My Story: F*ck Perfect

One the outside I was perfect.

I built the kind of dental practice people dream about.

A thriving business. A sleek and curated brand. Happy . A solid reputation.

But behind the doors of that practice—and behind my smile—I was breaking.

Addiction nearly took me out once and I felt like I was starting to play with fire.

Perfectionism kept me quiet.

ADHD made me feel like I was drowning in a profession designed for someone else’s brain.

And the shame? The kind that keeps you lying to everyone around you, including yourself?

It was unbearable.

This life that looked so perfect on the outside was killing me.

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In 2017, I got sober.

In 2018, I bought my practice.

And over the next few years, I faced more than most people could stomach: A miscarriage that gutted me, the death of my dad, a server crash that paralyzed my business, a flood that took out an entire operatory, a broken finger,

embezzlement, COVID, a toxic marriage that ended in a soul-crushing divorce and the subsequent fall out, the unrelenting pressure to smile through it all because I was the doctor, the boss, the mom—the one everyone was counting on.

By 2023, I knew I couldn’t keep living that way.

So I did something radical:

I closed my practice. It was gut wrenching. It felt like loosing my entire identity, everything I’d become, everything I thought defined me, the one thing that proved I was ok.

I let go of everything that was killing me.

And I started over.

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Today, I’m still a dentist.

But I do it differently. I don't practice clinical dentistry but I do lead dentists out of burn out and into an authentic life.

I’m in a healthy relationship with the most perfect man for me.

I’m raising my kids with presence. (They happily report I laugh more now!)

And I’m finally telling the truth.

This is what Tiff the ADHD Dentist is about:

It’s for the dentists who are burned out and still pretending.

Those who built everything only to realize it was costing them everything.

The ones with ADHD, trauma, addiction, motherhood, grief, shame—all of it—and no space to talk about it.

The ones quietly wondering: Is it just me?

It’s not just you.

And you’re not broken.

You’re just in a system that was never built for your full humanity.

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I don’t want followers.

I want people who are done faking it.

People who know something has to change in dentistry.

People ready to lead with truth, story, and purpose.

If that’s you—follow along.

Let’s reconstruct what this profession could look like… together.