Let me share a bit of my history with you. I did not whimsically decide to be a life coach. This is an avenue that had been stirring inside of me for a while. From childhood, I was always a leader. My elementary school's teachers "bad remarks" always included me being too talkative and disrupting the class. More comments of me persuading my peers to do what I want them to do, blah blah blah. Don't stop there, I had always created "clubs" for my friends to join. I had everything from operations and what our goals were. Keep in mind, I was under the age of nine.

Fast forward to today, I sit on the Board of Directors for the Association of Black Economic Power (ABEP), I am both - the Central Midwest Regional Coordinator for Brown Skin Brunchin' as well as the Ambassador/Host for St. Paul, MN. I was a Debutante for the Minneapolis Chapter of the Links. I have started many businesses and gained notoriety. However, I have gone through hell with a lot of "junk" in my past as well. I have been dealt some messed up cards, too.

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• My first traumatic experience was when my father (Rev. Lawrence G. Robinson) passed away four days after my ninth birthday in 1990; my mother never remarried.

• Before I was born, the night my mother met my father, she was going to follow through with her own suicidal ideation (suicidal thoughts, but my mother had a plan). Her alcoholic brother escorted her to church, which was rare. My father (again, before I was born and before they married) was the minister.

• My mother lost my childhood home due to foreclosure when I was maybe 23 years old. She hid things from me thinking I was still "just a child." By the time I found out, it was too late. This was my first time living away from my mother and starting over with all of my childhood memories left behind. This moment began my journey of feeling like I was living in a fog.

• I moved to a different home and changed my job/profession annually after moving away from my childhood home.

• I have gone through a divorce.

• I was in two car accidents, one of which my vehicle was totaled.

• I have gone through losing everything and starting over (from absolutely nothing) four times.

• I have gone through domestic abuse.

• I have not had suicidal thoughts, but I have had  thoughts of wanting to hurt myself just enough to be admitted to a hospital... for attention. During those moments, I remember still wanting to live, but wanted everything to PAUSE, so I could feel seen and appreciated.

• I have made bad decisions and have driven intoxicated, excessively beyond the "legal limit'. I have been pulled over by police while intoxicated, but somehow managed to not get a DUI or ticket. I do not condone drinking and driving. I'm sharing this to illustrate the "junk" I have gone through. 

• I know what it feels like to drink one to two full bottles of wine per day for weeks at a time. I recall searching for a level of intoxication that resembled peace, or an escape. Previously, in my mind, this feeling of peace only happened when I would be able to pass out to drift into sleep.

• I have packed all that I could fit in a vehicle and moved across the country four times (back and forth).

• I have fallen asleep behind the wheel numerous times while driving...