Every journey starts somewhere. If you want to know about the Dizzy Lady, you start with a spark, a chronic illness, and the desire to make things better. 

Accordingly, this site was forged out of chaos—the kind you don’t choose but eventually learn to wrestle into something meaningful. It became my way to braid creativity with reality. Like every stand‑up comic I’ve ever admired, I lean on humor as a coping mechanism. It carried me through an awkward childhood, those teenage years when insecurities ran amok, and later into adulthood, when “holding it together” became its own full‑time job.

And then one day my inner ear staged a coup. I woke up to a spinning world. That first episode lasted a couple of hours but it felt like days.

Ménière’s knocked me off my feet, literally and figuratively. Over the years, I’ve logged more hours of “sofa time” than I care to count. I lost ground in my career, friendships, social circles, and even in my own home as isolation crept in and the world narrowed. It all felt absurd and surreal. Still, I refused to give up.

Meanwhile, every dizzy spell, every ringing echo, every sidelined moment became part of my story. I researched the disease like a woman possessed and absorbed all I could. Made adjustments. Followed instincts. I learned to navigate the vertigo, listen beyond the silence, and find strength in vulnerability, where I uncovered unexpected superpowers: resilience, self‑compassion, and a desire to help others climb out of the vortex.

These days I do my best to stand tall even when the ground wobbles, which, thankfully, is not nearly as often. I’m here to share what I’ve learned in the hope that you can find a little light (and maybe a laugh) in the absurdity too.

Let’s fight. Let’s move forward. Let’s stick it to Ménière’s!