Adriauna Mari

You can expect pure transparency and authenticity.

Everything I speak about I’ve been through. I speak to women about abuse, abandonment, trauma. But I also speak about how to overcome that and actually heal from the pain.

You can expect inspiration, love, motivation to push forward and a blueprint in how to do it.

My full name is Adriauna Turner, I grew up in Kansas City, MO where nobody really believed that there was more to life than just smoking and drinking.

My mom was an alcoholic and my dad was in and out of my life.. mostly in jail. But that was just the half of it I grew up seeing my mom and aunts get beaten and abused by the men they had in their lives, and until this day my mom would deny herself of the trauma she had endured. When I was 11 years old me and my sister got taken away from my mother because my moms husband molested my sister. And for two years there was a rollercoaster ride of me and my sister jumping from family member house to house because something always came up in the system as to why we couldn’t stay with that relative. And as the black sheep of the family I never thought I fit into the family. I was always the outcast. So, I began to rebel; and when I did this, I started a track record of me going to juvenile. I went so much the police already knew my name while I was just walking down the street. I guess my case worker got fed up with me running so she sent me to a group home an hour away called “New Haven”. Now just imagine a little 13 year old black girl in a predominately white town. I was shook, Angry, really scared honestly. It took me months to open up and when I did they loved me. They thought I was so funny because of my “accent”. I was doing great until I became friends with some other kids from Chicago that I went to school with, I started going to the clubs. Staying out all night and running away again. And just like that my freedom was gone. My case worker sent me to a locked down facility in the middle of nowhere. The place was called “butter field” it was kind of like jail. I felt so alone, like I had nobody. Music was my way to connect to the world, I had a little black MP3 player that had all my favorite songs. I would read a lot of books, or put together puzzles to pass time. That time went on for a year. I started to get visits to this foster home in Kansas City to see if I would be a good fit and I was so a couple months after the first visit I was released to her. As you can see the pattern.. it didn’t last. I started to rebel again. And at this time I’m 15 years old, so I run away I get caught again, and they send me back to “New Haven” I’m there for a while and this time it’s not friends it’s a man that influences me. He’s 28 years old while I’m 15 going on 16. I fall in love with him and he starts to discard me after 4 months. I became very suicidal, I felt like I couldn’t live without him. I felt used, but also afraid for him because the group home found out how old he was and was threatening to charge him with statutory rape. I lied and said we’ve never been together so he wouldn’t go to jail. After that whole Thing I started to get a little more mature I got a job when I turned 16 and started working. I saved up enough money to buy me a car that was $3500. After I brought my car this time I left “new haven” for good. I went and stayed with my sister for a while in Kansas City until I got pregnant with my son when I was 17. I had my son at 18 years old and I was finally released from foster care on my 18th birthday. I got my first apartment but felt like something was missing. I started to pray to god, to help me heal from all the pain that I was going through and to help me forgive all the people in my life that has ever hurt me. And he did, at that point I made a decision to give my son a better life than I had. I moved to Phoenix, AZ and was working a job. I started listening to napoleon hill “think and grow rich”. And from there my entire mindset had shifted. I started to understand that your life is a reflection of your thoughts. You create your own reality. I was doing good until I started to get bored of the same routine. And not making enough money to pay my rent and keep up with daycare. So I started stripping 10 days after my 19th birthday. Where I started to make $700, $1000, even sometimes $1500 a day. I got sucked into the lifestyle and for about 6 months I thought I was rich. Until I started to see some of the girls doing drugs, crying because a man was beating them, putting on makeup to cover up their scars, men disrespecting the dancers. I started to see the oppression in the strip club. Which made me want to do something about it. So I did. I created an academy called “Captivating Women’s Academy” to teach the dancers about self love and finding their purpose. And in doing that I found mine I realized I was meant to help women out of the darkness. I endured so much as a child and teenager to walk with the women battling with the same exact things today. That’s why my motto is “turn your pain into purpose” because all of the things that hurt me, were the same things that blessed me in the future. God makes no mistakes. And my journey was all apart of a plan to speak into these women lives that feel they have no more strength to carry on. I am their light in the darkness.

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