I’m Adrienne and I’m so happy that you found me. My story is messy, complicated, and painfully real and I would like to share it with you.

My journey wasn't simple or easy—far from it. It was marked by trauma, heartbreak, and the constant fight against feeling like I was never good enough. As an adoptee, I spent years struggling with deep feelings of abandonment, rejection, and a desperate need to belong. I faced a failed adoption that amplified those feelings, leaving scars of unworthiness that I carried silently into adulthood.

Growing up, I endured constant criticism and emotional turmoil, internalizing voices that convinced me I wasn't smart enough, capable enough, or worthy enough to deserve love or acceptance. My earliest memories are shadowed by a sense of isolation and inadequacy. By the time I was a teenager, that pain drove me to run away, seeking escape in drugs and self-destructive behaviors, desperately trying to numb the overwhelming ache of rejection and self-hatred.

Relationships became battlegrounds of validation and loss. I survived multiple abusive relationships, each leaving deeper wounds and reinforcing the lie that love had to hurt, that love meant sacrifice and silence. I was raped, robbed of safety, dignity, and autonomy, left to pick up pieces I barely recognized. Each trauma compounded my belief that I was somehow to blame—that my worth was conditional, dependent on pleasing others, being quiet, being good enough in their eyes.

Failed marriages followed, bringing more rejection, more self-doubt. The voices of my past—echoes of a critical mother, abusive partners, and my own destructive self-talk—grew louder. I felt like a failure as a partner, as a parent, and as a person. There were days I genuinely believed the lie: I am not lovable, not worthy, not enough.

But there comes a moment when the pain of staying stuck outweighs the fear of change. That moment arrived for me. I made the hardest, bravest decision of my life—to rewrite my story.

My Turning Point: Facing the Truth

My transformation wasn't a single moment but a grueling journey, one that I am still forging along. I confronted the brutal honesty of my experiences, acknowledging how trauma, abandonment, abuse, and rejection shaped my beliefs. I did the uncomfortable, terrifying work of facing my deepest wounds head-on. Therapy, self-reflection, and relentless perseverance became my lifelines.

Slowly, I rediscovered myself—not as others saw me, but as I truly am. I learned how to establish boundaries, to speak my truth, and to reclaim my power. The relentless cycle of feeling inadequate and unseen finally began to break.