For 30 years, fitness was my business.

To the outside world, I was the authority on health—grinding out 60-hour work weeks, training clients, and balancing life as a wife and mom.

But behind the scenes? I was the unhealthiest I had ever been.

My body was screaming for a break, but I didn't know how to listen. The stress of trying to "do it all" eventually led to me doing nothing at all—because I was passed out on the floor. My life became a revolving door of hospital visits, heart monitors, and terrifying questions.

Why was my heart racing? Why was my blood pressure crashing? Why was I constantly nauseous, dizzy, and battling migraines? And then there were the symptoms I didn't even know were symptoms: the temperature intolerance, the GI chaos, the sensory overload, and the adrenaline dumps that left me shaking.

The Search for Answers I did what we all do: I went to the doctor. Then another. In total, I saw eight different specialists, underwent countless tests, and spent thousands of dollars only to be told, "You just work too much. Stop that and drink more energy drinks."

(Yes, a doctor actually told a heart patient to drink energy drinks. That should have been my first red flag!)

It wasn't a medical professional who cracked the code—it was a coworker. He mentioned a friend with a "rare" condition called POTS. That conversation changed my life. In 2017, a cardiologist finally confirmed it: Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome.

The Missing Piece Getting the diagnosis was a relief, but the treatment plan was… underwhelming. I was told to "eat more salt and drink more water," and sent on my way.

No one told me about the comorbidities that often come along for the ride (hello, EDS and MCAS diagnoses). No one explained how nutrition could reduce flares, how to manage energy, or how this would affect my daily life. I was left to figure it out alone.

Why I’m Here Now I have spent the years since my diagnosis turning my pain into purpose. I’ve dedicated my life to training, educating myself through certifications, attending workshops, and devouring research to understand the Dysautonomia trifecta (POTS, EDS, MCAS).

I’ve been in your shoes. I’ve felt the fear, the dismissal, and the frustration. But you don't have to struggle the way I did.

Steal my 10,000 hours! I’ve done the hard work, spent the money, and endured the trial-and-error so you don’t have to. I’m here to help you navigate this journey with confidence, clarity, and maybe a little extra salt!