My Story

Growing up, I only ever saw one psychologist. I remember sitting there, trying to fit blocks into a board, my mind already racing even at that tender age. Get this right, or she'll think I'm stupid.

I was too slow. Focus was the problem.

I was told to leave the room.

The psychologist told my mom I would never achieve anything — that I had ADHD/ADD and couldn't focus. Ritalin was the prescription.

Ritalin was a cage for my mind. It was depressive. My mom saw that I wasn't myself and took me off it. Since then, I've found other avenues to help me, and I still continue to look for what actually works.

My first supplement wasn't planned. I found a bottle of chewable vitamin C in my Grandmother's kitchen. Sweet and chewable sounded good to a kid. I had a few, and I felt different. That got me curious about antioxidants, and that curiosity became a journey of self-discovery. Try something once, and you might open a new road to travel.

To this day — 46 years later — I constantly prove that psychologist wrong.

You control your mind.