In Case We Haven't Met Yet
I'm 45, a single mum to two teenage girls who already know everything. About everything. I just live here and fund it.
I've been building businesses online for years, but my real story doesn't start with a business. It starts five years ago, when I lost my partner Ben to suicide.
I won't dress it up. It broke me. There's no course, no morning routine, no tidy quote that gets you ready for that kind of grief. For a long time I wasn't building anything, I was just getting through the day.
But somewhere in the worst thing that's ever happened to me, something shifted. I realised how short and unpredictable life actually is, and I was done waiting for permission to live mine. I wanted freedom, control, and a life that felt like living again, for me and my girls.
For years I chased that through network marketing. Built a big team, hit five figures a month, felt like I'd cracked it, then got terminated and watched my whole income vanish overnight. Lovely. Turns out when you build your empire on someone else's land, they can evict you whenever they fancy.
So I decided to build something that was actually mine. I started a brand-new page, Ghost Mode Growth, from absolute zero. I didn't touch the 35,000 followers on my main page, I blocked every friend, family member and old contact I had, so there was no warm audience and no head start. And with under 100 followers, I started making sales.
That's what this really is. Never about the followers or the funnels. It's about a woman who got knocked down about as hard as life can manage, decided she wasn't staying down, and built something nobody can take from her. My girls watch me do it every day. They roll their eyes, obviously, I'm deeply embarrassing, but they're watching. That's the point.
Grief turned into graft, chaos turned into freedom, and I'm still here, still building. If any of that landed a bit close to home, you're exactly where you're meant to be.