I'm The Real House Mom. I wish I could say I’m the real housewife, but that wasn’t the hand I was dealt. I’m a single mom of two daughters with absent fathers and I’ve struggled long and hard to be here.

In September 2021, I spontaneously quit my job to ensure the safety of my family after my community was overtaken by gun violence. As single mom, with no one and nothing to fall back on besides myself and my own hustle, I can confidently say that’s the one of the scariest things I’ve ever done, by far, but I know with every ounce of my being that my purpose is bigger – too big for where I come from – so I did it and I did it up BIG.

“Hustle like I’m starving, going hard, I gotta eat”

I started an online business and matched my full time income in a single month, and surpassed my prior income in as little as two months. The scariest thing I’ve ever done, became the most freeing and fulfilling thing I’ve ever done. No more being guilt tripped by my superior for prioritizing my children over my job. No more quarantines due to exposure to COVID at school and daycare. No more being overworked and underpaid and no more asking for permission to live my life.

EXCEPT everything isn't always what is seems. I quit my 40 hour a week job as a mental health clinician to work 80 as an entreprenuer. I didn't have any idea how to run a business or even how to build a successful business, nor did I have the budget to hire anyone to help me navigate entrepreneurship and I certainly didn't come across anyone who wanted to help me out of the kindness of their heart.

I could feel myself fading - My drive, my ambition, my energy, my happiness, my spirit. I was changing as a person. I was anxious and depressed. I had so much mom guilt and I had never felt like more of a failure. I was unhappy with every aspect of my life and I knew something had to change.

I went into fight or flight mode and I fled my life.

I ended up traveling to 18 states in 6 months just trying to find my spark again. I ended settling down in North Carolina where I remained for 3 years. However, due to two-factor authentication I spent all 3 of those years trying to rebuild my business after I changed my number and got locked out of ALL of my business accounts, which is yet another example or me not knowing what the hell I was doing.

I worked as a rideshare driver for 2 of those years and I hated it 75% of the time. But I had to do what I had to do. I started listening to podcasts to entertain me during my long days and eventually, I started writing music and learned how to freestyle as a way to cope with how I was feeling. I was so exhausted, so depressed, so done waking up unmotivated and going to bed unsatisfied.

I made a plan for my new year. I was going to resign my lease at my low-income apartment that I paid max-rent to live in. I assumed that my rent would go down when I signed another year less, but to my surprise, when I went to recertify, I was notified that my rent was going up another 300 dollars despite already paying max rent and being broke as a joke. I decided that day I was moving.

My plan for the new year went from resigning my lease for another year to buying a camper with my tax money. I intended to downgrade my lifestyle for a year so I could elevate.

However, the day I moved out of my house, I was t-boned leaving my storage unit after unloading my very last load. Homeless and carless in one day wasn't part of the plan.

I was out of work for 3 months and it set me back so far. As soon as I got my car back, I lost my license due to being unable to pay a ticket for improper lane usage. I wasn't going to allow that to set me back any further though, so I continued to drive for work because what other option did I have?

I ended up getting 4 driving on suspended in one month, two of which in the same day (lucky me).

At this point, I felt like giving up. I took a week break to breathe and try to get my business up and running again, but I ended up getting put out of my camper (because I had no one to help me move my camper or anywhere to put it) when the landowner had yet another one of her many explosive episodes and shut off my electricity in the middle of July.

I was so fed up. I ended up staying with a friend for a few weeks and working for a cleaning company to get some money saved up for a hotel. Then, I took off to Myrtle Beach, SC to become an exotic dancer because living out of a hotel wasn't going to cut it for long on my income.

A couple months into my dancing career, I got my license reinstated and I decided to try travel dancing since I was already living out of a hotel. I traveled to fifteen states and then ended up stranded in the middle of nowhere on route 66 when my tire fell off my car while I was driving down the road.

F%CK, F@CK, F$CK.

Carless and homeless, again. Twice in the same year. I can't make this sh!t up.

Here's a curveball for you: It all ended up working out better than I could have ever imagined.

I ended up taking three weeks off to reset and build and launch my brand. In those three weeks, I listened to a lot of podcasts, learned how to use EFT tapping, regulated my nervous system, and reinvented myself.

How crazy is that? I spent 3 years struggling over something to took three weeks to change. But when you're strapped on bills, three weeks off work isn't an option.

I finally reignited my spark again and now I'm on a mission to change lives. No one should ever have to feel the way I did for so long.

If you're reading this, it's not a coincidence. You may have came here looking for an outfit, but The Real House Mom is more than a store. It's the beginning of your best life.

I've received so many blessings even when I was down and out and now I'm ready to share those blessings with the world.