About Nicole

I was born into this world not really supposed to survive.
Multiple heart surgeries before I ever had a say in anything.

They fixed my heart medically.
No one fixed my patterns.

So for a long time, I kept falling into the same cycles that broke my heart in new and creative ways.

Growth loves a callback.

I did what was “right.” Until I didn’t.

I followed the conventional script.
Had a baby at 19.
Went to school.
Got the job.
Did the responsible thing.

Then 17 years later I decided to start over.

More kids.
Yes, I know. Bold choice.

The person I loved wanted kids and I’ve always been a people pleaser.
Add it to the list.

C’est la vie.

Then life said, “Let’s level this up.”

At 37, everything unraveled.

I was jobless.
Dealing with cars being repossessed.
Filing bankruptcy.
Adopting a 15-year-old.
Navigating another major fallout with my family (not new — add it to the toxic cycles list).

And oh yeah…
I became a new mom again.

To a baby with special needs.

Because apparently growth was unlocked on hard mode.

Then I said, why not add a second?
So I did.

Now here I am at 43 with a 4-year-old and a 7-year-old, both on the autism spectrum.

Think of them as my daily mini bosses.
No cheat codes.
No pause button.
Relentless personal development.

I chose safety. And lost myself in the process.

I married my soon-to-be husband during a season when I needed stability more than passion — even though I swore I’d never get married again or have more kids.

Life loves to humble you.

I settled for what was convenient.
What felt safe.
What didn’t require rocking the boat.

And in the process, I lost myself.

Mentally.
Emotionally.
Financially.
And in my freedom.

Because God forbid I had feelings or needed more.

Seven years later, I burned it all down.

Seven years into that marriage, I broke everything.

Business.
Relationship.
Stability.
Comfort.

Gone.

One decision.
One signature.
One moment of clarity.

And I’ll say this clearly — I chose it.

Because staying small, quiet, and invisible is a slow death.

YOLO isn’t reckless.
YOLO is refusing to disappear.

Let’s talk about the body part.

Before May 2024, I spent over four years deep in mindset and personal development.

Real work.
Pattern-breaking work.
Uncomfortable honesty.

I learned you can’t hate yourself into a better version of you.

So when I chose weight loss surgery in May 2024, it wasn’t random.
And no it’s not the easy way out. Save that for the group chat.

It was about health.
Longevity.
Energy.
Supporting the life I’m building.

I still deal with body dysmorphia.
But I’m learning to love my body for the work it’s done.

I’m redefining sexy on my terms.
Breaking rules I didn’t even realize I was following.
Taking up space.

A little more spicy.
A lot more honest.

Where I’m at now (real time)

Mindset?
Always a work in progress.

Health?
Thriving. Strong. Grounded.
Almost ready for skin removal and proud of every step it took to get here.

Finances?
That’s the focus this year.

Because stability is peace.
And peace is the goal.

I’m building multiple businesses, navigating therapy schedules, school calendars, and real life — while creating stability for me and my kids.

Slow doesn’t mean stuck.
It means intentional

And love? Lets just say it's complicated!

Hopefully. Eventually.

I’m the anxious attachment girl.
The please tell me you love me constantly kind.

That comes from years of never being able to please my mom.
Nothing was ever good enough, so love felt conditional.

I’m unlearning that.

Learning that reassurance isn’t weakness.
Learning that secure love doesn’t disappear when you need it.
Learning that I don’t have to perform to be chosen.