I didn’t build The Mental Wolf to treat or diagnose anyone.

I built it because I’m done watching teens and young adults suffer in silence — dismissed, mislabeled, and handed a prescription slip like it’s a solution.

No therapy. No explanation. No tools. Just “Here’s a pill for your broken behavior.”

That’s not care.

That’s erasure.

And that’s why The Mental Wolf exists — not as treatment, but as a lifeline.

A place where anxiety and depression aren’t pathologized — they’re understood.

A space to unpack what you’ve buried deep because you’re tired of hearing crap advice from people who clock in for a paycheck and clock out on your pain.

This isn’t clinical.

This is human.

And no, I’m not a teen. I’m not a young adult.

I’ve got grey hair, wrinkles, and scars you can’t see — but I know what you’re going through.

I’ve lived it.

I’ve been diagnosed with PTSD.

I’ve been labeled with generalized anxiety disorder.

I’ve worn the name tag of depression.

I’ve felt the sting of abuse and the ache of love.

I’ve had everything taken from me.

And I’ve stood on the ragged edge where tomorrow looked like a punishment instead of a promise.

I know what it’s like to be failed — not once, but over and over — by therapists who drained my hope, reinforced my shame, and convinced me that pain was permanent and healing was a myth.

For twenty years, I climbed through that wreckage.

I know the darkness.

And still, here I am.

I’ve clawed my way into a life where I can look in the mirror and mean it when I say:

Today is going to be f*cking amazing.

Not because it’s perfect.

But because I am done shrinking.

Done doubting.

Done pretending.

I am smart.

I am scarred.

I am educated.

I am beautifully, unapologetically real.

And I finally feel like I’m everything I was designed to be.

I am a registered nurse, yes — and I’ve got the credentials to prove it.

But my greatest qualification?

I survived my mind — and now I’m using that strength to help others rise out of theirs.

The Mental Wolf isn’t about becoming someone new.

It’s about remembering who you were before the world told you to hide.

This is your space.

This is your pack.

And you were never broken — only buried.

Train the mind. Lead the wolf.