The job, the title, the mask...You’ve outgrown all of it.

I didn’t feel broken. I just felt... off.
Like something wasn’t clicking, but I couldn’t explain why.
I was capable but exhausted. Grateful but misaligned.
And constantly wondering why “success” still felt like survival.

Hey, I’m Kaci. I’m a former speech-language pathologist, PMP-certified project manager, late-diagnosed ADHDer, bi woman, artist, author of an upcoming neurodivergence-affirming picture book, parent to a neurodivergent child, and someone who’s spent a lot of time trying to make systems work that were never built for brains like mine.

I’ve lived the pivot. I’ve navigated the burnout, the diagnosis, the quiet unmasking.

I spent over a decade in healthcare, working in clinics, schools, and nonprofits. I was an AAC expert, helping people find ways to communicate when their voices weren’t being heard. That passion still runs deep. But behind every credential and role I held, I was quietly burning out.

Not because I wasn’t good at my job, but because I was constantly misunderstood, misread, and misaligned.

I’ve reinvented myself more than once.
I’ve been the woman with a master’s degree and a résumé full of gold stars… quietly unraveling under the weight of constant over-functioning, masking, and second-guessing.

After leaving the field, I tried a non-clinical role in insurance. It nearly broke me. It took a coffee shop job, a diagnosis, and a full nervous system crash for me to realize: I wasn’t failing. I was finally waking up.

I pivoted into tech. Into roles that looked better from the outside but still left me drained. And while the environments changed, the deeper pattern didn’t. I was still chasing jobs that made sense on paper, but never actually fit.

What did stick and what always felt natural was leadership. Mentorship. Holding space. Helping others navigate their own unraveling.

That clarity is what led me to coaching.
Not as a fallback. As a finally.
A return to the work I was always meant to do. This time, unmasked.

What I needed wasn’t a new job title.
It was permission to rebuild my life and work around who I actually am.

That realization led me here.
To Imperfectly Empowered.

This space was created with late-diagnosed and mid-career neurodivergent folks in mind—specifically women (trans women included, always) and nonbinary people. Those who’ve done the work, followed the rules, held it all together, and are finally ready to do something different.

Because it was never really about figuring it all out.
It was about finally figuring you back in.