I’m Suttida.
Writer. Mother. Founder.
A woman who has always been told she’s “too much” while quietly carrying the weight of everyone else’s not enough.
I broke generational patterns and got cast as the problem for doing it.
I built a business that reflected the work I was doing on the inside.
I made it look easy because falling apart never felt like an option.
I’ve lived through the chaos, the shutdowns, the numbness. I’ve over-functioned. I’ve kept the peace. I’ve held it all together for other people while losing pieces of myself in silence.
I wasn’t the kid teachers expected much from. I hated school, tuned out, and thought most of what I was learning wouldn’t matter in real life. If I really tried, I could pull straight A’s, but most of the time I didn’t care enough to play the game.
What lit me up instead were athletics. Competing, training, proving myself through grit and movement—that’s where I found identity and confidence.
After college, I did what I thought I was “supposed” to do. I got my MBA. I jumped from job to job like my life depended on it, chasing something that felt like it was always just out of reach.
By 26, I decided I couldn’t wait for the perfect career. I built one. Fastmarkit started as a side hustle because I knew marketing inside and out—and I knew what every other agency I worked for was missing. That side hustle hit six figures while I was still full-time at the VC firm Found Group, running marketing for their portfolio startups.
One of those startups brought me on as Head of Marketing. I rebuilt their brand, repositioned their product, and overhauled their digital strategy. That company was later acquired by Google’s Nest. The acquisition accelerated my vesting. At the same time, Fastmarkit was already producing six figures on its own. That’s when I leapt into it full-time and I haven’t stopped building since.
On paper, it looked like I had cracked the code. In reality, I was over-functioning, outrunning myself, and mistaking productivity for worth.
For years, everything in my life revolved around maximizing profits and making money. I was always chasing the next milestone, the next client, the next “win.”
The one thing that grounded me was my grandparents. They were the parents I wish I’d had. My grandfather especially… he wasn’t just family, he was the father figure I never got. We’d talk about life, business, and everything in between. He gave me advice, perspective, and encouragement. He was the one who told me to run Fastmarkit full-time—probably the only person who was all-in on me taking that leap.
Then in 2020, he died. And my entire world shattered.
For weeks I drove around with this irrational hope that I might just run into him, that he’d somehow still be here. Neuroscience shows this is how the brain reacts when someone you love dies. Your mind doesn’t just “know” they’re gone. It enters a motivational state, scanning and seeking, expecting them to appear the way they always did. It’s confusing, disorienting, and it makes loss feel surreal. That was me… stuck between knowing he was gone and aching for him to walk back into my life.
That grief sent me into therapy. What started as grief counseling became trauma work. Session by session, I dug deeper into childhood patterns, unspoken wounds, and the ways my past shaped me. I realized my history might explain me, but it didn’t have to define me.
The more I healed, the more I grew. And the more I grew, the more my business grew. Two years into that journey, Fastmarkit scaled by over 300%. Not by coincidence. My personal growth created the capacity for professional growth.
The painful parts of my healing created space for bigger opportunities and a fuller version of me. That’s why I’m sharing this now, not because the story is neat and tidy, but because growth is possible even when it begins in heartbreak.
I learned how to stop shrinking, start feeling, and come back to myself—again and again. Healing wasn’t linear, but it was mine. And as I rebuilt, something clicked: the same grit that once fueled overachievement could fuel my growth in a healthier, more honest way.
Working on myself rippled outward. I became a better mom, wife, friend, leader, and person. I never wanted my children to grow up having to heal from my unhealed wounds. I chose differently. And while it’s never been easy, it’s been worth it every single time.
One day, I picked up my iPhone and started sharing TikToks about my healing and growth journey like the lessons, the heartbreak, the breakthroughs. Within 60 days, over 40,000 people found me. My videos passed 5 million views. People started reaching out, asking me to guide them through their own healing. I began taking on 1:1 clients, and will continue on this journey.
I don’t have it all figured out, but I know this: you can’t heal and grow with mindset alone. The nervous system isn’t wired to move in perfect logic. It takes time, it takes practice, and it takes compassion. That’s how I approach both life and business, it’s not just mindset, it’s your entire wiring that matters.
This isn’t about “inspiration.” It’s about honesty. I created this space because I stopped performing and started sharing what’s real.
It’s personal. It’s necessary. And it’s earned.
One honest email, every Saturday morning.
Real reflections on healing, boundaries, grief, growth, and what it actually looks like to come home to yourself.
Because healing isn’t tidy. You don’t have to do it alone.
