My story

There I was, in the middle of giving my boss a high five, when I realized that stress was going to kill me.

From the outside, it looked like I had it all together.
Inside, I didn’t.

I hadn’t slept much. My head hurt. I felt lost, tired, and stretched thin, but I kept going anyway.

At the time, I believed nonstop stress was normal. That hustle and pressure were the cost of being successful. That if I just did everything right, eventually I’d feel okay.

Instead, I was constantly trying to prove I was good enough.

And when I finally admitted I couldn’t take the pressure anymore, I thought that was my weakness.

I had followed the path I was told would lead to happiness:

Get a good education. Get a good job. Make good money. Find a partner. Be happy.

But that path led to more sleepless nights than peace.

What I didn’t know then is that burnout wasn’t a personal failure — it was a signal.

A call back to myself.

Something in me wanted to be seen and heard again.
I wanted freedom.
I wanted to feel like me — the real me. The one who was creative, adventurous, optimistic. The one who didn’t wear a fake smile or contort herself to meet expectations.

Then I heard Wayne Dyer say, “There are no rules in this life,” and something in me came alive. I knew it was true.

I didn't have to keep living this way. I could create my own rules.

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