Meet The Rebel

I am not a doctor. I am not a scientist. I am an expert in the one thing the medical system refuses to study properly: My own body.

If you are reading this, you’ve probably been told you’re "too sensitive." You’ve probably been told your labs are "normal" while you feel your body failing. You’ve probably sat in a sterile room while a doctor checked their watch, handed you a prescription that made you feel worse, and sent you back onto the Carousel of Hell.

I built the Rebel Girl Health Community because I survived that carousel. But I almost didn't.

The Girl Who Was "Just Fine"

My story actually begins before I was born. I entered this world with Lyme Disease, passed down maternally—a fact the medical community is only just beginning to acknowledge is possible. But for 43 years, I was a mystery.

The first alarm bell rang in 1995. I was 13 years old, but I had noticed a swollen lymph node on the right side of my neck since I was 11. I knew something was wrong. My parents took me to the doctor, and that was my first lesson in medical dismissal. I was told I was "lucky" to have a sensitive lymphatic system—that it was just a warning sign for the common cold. "Load up on Vitamin C," they said.

I wasn't lucky. I was sick.

By 14, my body was screaming. I began suffering from debilitating migraines and heavy, agonizing periods that kept me out of school. In 1998, at age 15, an "excellent" OB/GYN did what they always do to young women: he threw birth control pills at me. It was a disaster. The synthetic hormones sent my mood spiraling. I tried low-estrogen options like Loestrin, but nothing helped. I spent my teenage years and my 20s fighting a war against my own biology.

The "Hysterical" Woman

For decades, I was the "Mystery Patient." I was told I was too skinny, too active, and too pretty to be sick.

It wasn't until I was 25 that I was finally diagnosed with Endometriosis and PCOS. Even then, the diagnosis came with a side of gaslighting. Doctors would look at my cysts and say, "This shouldn't be causing you that much pain."

I wanted to punch them. How dare a system that has never properly studied women tell a woman how much pain she is in?

Beneath the physical pain, I was also navigating the world as a neurodivergent woman in a time when doctors thought "girls didn't get ADHD." My undiagnosed Autism and ADHD weren't just mental quirks; they were physically linked to my gut health, my adrenals, and my immune system. But because the system treats the body in separate parts, no one connected the dots.

The Breaking Point

The turning point in my life came from a place of profound trauma.

After years of struggling, I sought help from a high-end, world-renowned medical institution. I paid over $70,000 out of pocket, desperate for "resort-style" care and answers. Instead, I received negligence.

Despite my history of thyroid dysfunction (Hashimoto’s), they placed me on medication known to be dangerous for patients with my profile. The result was not healing; it was a chemically induced state of psychosis. They tried to label me as mentally ill. They tried to institutionalize me.

But my instinct saved my life.

I knew, deep down, that I was not the problem—the medication was. I removed myself from their care and from that medication. That was the last time I trusted Western medicine blindly. I realized that if I wanted to live, I had to rebel.

The Truth (and the Diagnosis)

It took until age 43 to get the full picture. I wasn't just "anxious" or "hormonal." I had four strains of Lyme Disease, Bartonella, Mold toxicity, Epstein-Barr Virus, Hashimoto’s, and C-PTSD from years of medical trauma.

I am not alive today because of a pill. I am alive because I refused to stop asking "Why?"

I realized that we are living in a toxic world—our food, our water, and our air are poisoning us, and our genetic trauma is being triggered. Healing didn't come from a quick fix. It came from detoxing my life, trusting my intuition, and finding functional solutions that honor how the female body actually works.

Why You Are Here

I created Rebel Girl Health Community because knowing what is happening inside your body shouldn't be lonely.

I am an empath, and I feel the suffering of others deeply. I know the isolation of being the mystery patient. I want this space to feel like the home you never had in the medical system. A place where your sensory needs are respected, your pain is believed, and your story matters.

We have to be our own advocates, but we don't have to do it alone.

Welcome home.