What my nervous system taught me about purpose, power, and building a business that doesn’t betray me.
This isn’t a story about sudden inspiration.
It’s about the slow rebellion of a body that couldn’t lie anymore.
I worked in industries that looked “successful” on the outside but made me feel like I was decaying inside.
No matter how well I performed, my nervous system revolted.
I wasn’t just tired. I was in a slow, sacred burnout. The kind that doesn’t scream.
It whispers, “You’re not supposed to live like this.”
The Knowing Was Always There
My cousin saw it.
My husband reflected it.
But the knowing was always mine.
Deep down, I always wanted to create something of my own. To build work that felt like worship.
To offer my voice, my words, my insight — from overflow, not obligation.
I had vision boards that felt like lifelines.
I had journals full of “what ifs.” And after two attempts at freelancing that didn’t stick, I finally decided: