a voice that makes
women feel seen
Samantha Elle pours her heart out, to help women understand theirs. Connecting with women across the world, about ADHD, identity, healing and unfiltered motherhood.
Australian founder, writer, storyteller and psychology student sharing the beautifully messy experience of being human.
Heyyy, I’m Samantha
I was born and raised on the Gold Coast, Australia in 1991, one of six kids with three older siblings and two younger. We grew up in a messy, chaotic home with parents who were physically there, but somehow not really there at the same time (if you know that feeling, you know what I mean). We didn't grow up with much, there was nothing particularly lavish about our childhood and in a lot of ways it was an incredibly humbling upbringing, but I always had my siblings, and I always had a very big imagination.
I spent a ridiculous amount of my tween and teenage years in my bedroom singing and dancing into the mirror to Britney Spears, imagining this entirely different life for myself. I couldn't have articulated it back then, but I always had this feeling that I wasn't supposed to be living the life I could see around me. I had these huge dreams and this feeling that there was more out there somewhere, but I didn't have the words to explain why I felt so out of place, or really a safe adult I felt comfortable sharing those big dreams with, so most of them stayed inside my bedroom with me.
I think creativity was always trying to find its way out of me
At school, the subjects I absolutely loved were dance, drama and art. English, maths and science were a very different story. 😂 I failed some, juuuuust scraped through others, and spent a lot of my childhood believing I simply wasn't very smart. I could physically sit still at a desk, but mentally I could be seventeen suburbs away, creating an entire imaginary life in my head while having absolutely no idea what the teacher had just spent the last twenty minutes explaining.
Looking back now, particularly after being diagnosed with ADHD at 32, so much of my childhood makes more sense. I didn't learn the same way everyone around me seemed to learn, but because I didn't understand that at the time, I assumed I just wasn't good at learning. The funny thing is, creativity was always there. I loved performing, writing in my own weird little way, making things, imagining things and expressing myself, I just didn't grow up with the resources, environment or confidence to really immerse myself in any of it, so for a long time that part of me mostly existed privately.
then along came the rise of influencers
When influencers first started becoming a thing more than a decade ago, I was completely fascinated. Here were all these young women being creative, sharing their stories, filming their lives, making people laugh, talking openly about things other people weren't talking about and somehow building entire communities through a screen. I loved how raw and relatable it could feel, and there was something about watching women turn simply being themselves and creating things into an actual career that lit something up in me.
It still took me years to find the confidence to properly put myself online. When I eventually did, I started the way a lot of women did at the time, sharing outfits, beauty, lifestyle and the pretty little pieces of my life that felt safe enough to show. I don't regret that era at all. It led to brand collaborations, opportunities, friendships and eventually an entire career I couldn't have imagined when I was younger, and it taught me an enormous amount about creativity, storytelling and what makes people connect with someone through a screen.
But if I'm being completely truthful, even though it was me, it never felt like all of me.
and apparently I had to almost turn 35 to stop giving quite so much of a fuck 😂
I was late-diagnosed with ADHD at 32, and just before my 35th birthday I started ADHD medication for the first time. I don't think medication magically changed my personality or suddenly turned me into a different woman, but alongside therapy, healing and a lot of uncomfortable self-reflection, something in me started shifting.
For the first time in my life, I felt like I was actually meeting myself underneath all the versions of me I'd created to fit comfortably into other people's worlds.
So I started dropping the mask online too. I stopped thinking quite so much about what I should post and started sharing what was actually going on inside my head. The quirky parts, the deeply emotional parts, the angry parts, the ridiculous parts, the thoughts that keep me awake at night, my creativity, motherhood, healing, ADHD, my health and wellness journey, the things I'm learning and unlearning, and most importantly, what it actually looks like to figure out who the fuck you are at 35 after spending more than three decades shrinking yourself to fit in.
And then something happened that I genuinely wasn't expecting.
I started sharing my deep thoughts hoping they might make one woman feel less alone, and somehow millions of women have made me feel less alone too
Women started leaving comments telling me I'd put words around something they'd been feeling for years, that they thought they were the only one, that something I'd shared had made them understand themselves differently or that they finally felt seen. I don't know if I'll ever be able to properly explain what that has meant to me, because I started sharing these things thinking maybe my experiences could make somebody else feel a little less weird and alone, and instead this community of women has continually done exactly the same thing for me.
There is also something beautifully ironic about being the girl who failed English, spent years believing she wasn't particularly intelligent and never thought of herself as someone who was “good with words”, only to grow into a woman whose words are now the thing people most often tell her they connect with. Every time somebody tells me “you just explained exactly what I've been trying to say”, there is still a tiny part of me thinking, wait... MY words? 🥹
As I'm sitting here writing this on the 12th of October 2026, my Instagram insights tell me my content has had 12.7 million views in the last 90 days, which is completely fucking bonkers to me. Not necessarily because of the number itself, but because I think about that little girl alone in her bedroom performing Britney Spears concerts into the mirror because she had all of this creativity inside her and absolutely no idea where to put it.
I think she finally found somewhere to put it.
so, what do I actually share now?
Honestly, I'm still figuring that out as I go, and I think that's part of what I love about it. I share my life while I'm actually living it rather than waiting until I've wrapped everything into a neat little lesson. I write about thoughts I can't get out of my head, talk openly about ADHD, identity, healing, motherhood and mental wellbeing, make completely ridiculous videos because they make me laugh, romanticise tiny moments of ordinary life, create things because my brain seems physically incapable of not creating things, and share the messy process of becoming a version of myself that actually feels like me.
I'm also studying psychology and counselling because I am endlessly fascinated by why humans think, feel and behave the way we do, and I'm building Resiliently, my meditation and self-care platform for women, which in many ways feels like another extension of everything I've been learning about myself. It's a place for women to slow down, listen inward and find their way home to themselves, which is probably not surprising considering that coming home to myself has become such a huge part of my own story.
I don't think there is a perfectly packaged version of Samantha Elle anymore, and for the first time in my life, I don't particularly want there to be. I'm figuring out who I am in real time, sharing what I'm learning along the way, creating whatever feels exciting and meaningful, and letting myself take up a little more space than I used to.
And if somewhere in all of that another woman finds a sentence that makes her think “fuck, I thought that was just me”, feels a little less alone in her own brain, or gets a tiny bit braver about becoming whoever the fuck she is too, then I'm really glad we found each other. 🤍
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