Like you, I'm a parent who has walked and is walking in your shoes. And the truth is: I had to live it before I could guide anyone through it. Not because I had the answers, but because I was willing to live the questions.

When my son was officially diagnosed with autism at age three, I wasn’t afraid of the label. I was afraid of what I didn’t know. The unknown of it all. The “could this really be happening to me?” The heartbreak of expectations quietly slipping away.

At the time, I was married and living in a different country. We were already figuring things out the best we could, but the diagnosis felt like being dropped into a sea with no map, no anchor, and no land in sight.

A year later, we moved countries. The pressure of family obligations, navigating life, and support systems took its toll. Life felt like a fog emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. I was barely holding it together.

Then came another wave. My marriage ended, and I had to start over.

I packed up everything and moved again to another country. This time with two young children (a non-verbal autistic six-year-old and his little 6-month-old sister) alone. Life couldn’t be more uncertain.

No blueprint. No backup plan. Just survival. From Brokenness to Breakthrough.

In those early years, I was doing everything I could to stay afloat. I started and stopped businesses. I went back to school. I chased certifications. I pursued entrepreneurship. Not all of it worked. Most of it fell apart.

Not because I wasn’t smart. Not because I wasn’t trying hard enough.

But because I didn’t yet know who I was. I didn’t understand how I was designed to succeed or move through life. And I certainly didn’t have the tools or support to build a life that worked for me, not the world’s idea of me or the society’s expectation of how my life should be lived.

Everything changed when I stopped chasing the next fix… and started coming back to myself.

I had to break spiritually, emotionally, and mentally to see what was really holding me together.

And in that brokenness, I found the most beautiful truth: The system I’d been trying to follow wasn’t mine. I had to create one that worked for me.

I reevaluated everything: my values, my priorities, and my expectations. I learned to let go of the guilt. I redesigned the structure of my home, my work, and my parenting. I learned to see my son not as broken but as brilliant, whole, and sovereign.

I stopped parenting from overwhelm. I started parenting from clarity. From who I am and not who the world told me I am. And as I returned to myself, things began to align.

I eventually found a career in IT that I love and still work in. My son has now graduated high school and is heading to college. I found a rhythm that works for me and my family. I found peace. Not because my life became easy, but because it became mine again. I stopped asking, “What system do I fit into?” And I started asking, “What system fits me?”

I know what it’s like to feel alone on this journey. To wonder if your dreams have to die so you can raise your child. To silently carry the guilt, the grief, the fear and still show up like nothing’s wrong.

I also know what it’s like to rise. To reclaim your purpose. To lead with love. To be the blueprint that others can follow. Not because you’re perfect, but because you’re finally honour yourself.

I created Being The System for parents like me. For the ones who never stopped hoping. For the ones who are ready to live and make life work. For the ones who know there must be a better way and are ready to become it.

This isn’t just a program. It’s a homecoming. A liberation. A system that works because it is designed for you by you.

Because your life didn’t end with the diagnosis. It began.

And you don’t have to walk this path alone anymore. I’m here. We’re walking it together.