The Chokehold of Not Enough

For years, I lived in the chokehold of “not enough.”

I stacked degrees, certifications, accolades like armor. Four diplomas on the wall, FBI investigations under my belt, prestigious positions at NYU, clients at Mount Sinai—and still, when I shut the door at night, the same whisper would come back: 

You’re not enough.

So I compensated. I worked harder. I drank to numb the doubt.. I pretended I didn’t care. I built a life that looked bulletproof on paper—while privately circling the same doubts on repeat.

That’s what “not enough” does. It convinces you to shrink in rooms you already earned your way into. It makes you apologize before you even open your mouth. It turns desire into a liability you’re terrified to expose.

And then one day, in Bali, barefoot in a temple, drenched from a water ceremony, I realized:

I had been worshiping at the altar of “almost.” Almost powerful. Almost free. Almost me.

That day I decided: enough isn’t a finish line. It’s the f*cking baseline.

And when I stopped bargaining with my worth, everything shifted.

🔥 I stopped asking what made me palatable and started asking what turned me on.

🔥 I stopped apologizing in emails and started building empires.

🔥 I stopped swallowing the word “too much” and made it my crown.

You don’t get unstuck by proving yourself.

You get unstuck by refusing to negotiate your worth another second.

So if you’re stuck in the chokehold of “not enough,” I need you to hear this:

The revolution starts when you call bullshit on the lie and when you link up with other women who are doing the same.

I’ve always believed that real collaboration happens at the top—where women are building empires, rewriting rules, and unapologetically taking up space.

Competition? That’s the lowest energetic vibration there is.