In the third and worst burnout experience of my life, I discovered that I am a creative and that my attempts to squeeze myself into the box of traditional work environments was literally starting to kill me. I’ll come back what happened next in a bit. 

I’ve spent my life around highly creative people, most of whom were also neurodivergent in one way or another. I’ve watched them struggle to survive in a world that is designed for people who are type A, left brain, linear thinkers. I’ve witnessed the messy breakups between creatives and their left brain business partners, and the deep insecurities, fears and communication obstacles that caused those breakups.

In 2021 I got the opportunity to help and guide a team of creatives to success that no one had imagined or thought possible. Through that experience, I realized that I wanted help other creatives in the same way. 

At twenty-two, I moved to Southern California from a tiny farming town in northeast Ohio. I had eight boxes of books and a suitcase. I didn’t have a college degree or a car. In the years that followed, I let jobs, relationships, and trauma define my worth. A constant feeling of inadequacy lurked beneath it all.

Twenty-plus years later, I was in the worst burnout of my life. I found myself emaciated, sleep-deprived, and more disregulated than ever. I finally chose myself. Chose to do whatever I needed to do to heal and never abuse myself in that way again. Chose to rest. Chose to believe that another way of being could be possible. I also chose to uncover my fears, to learn how to laugh at them and discover a voice that is quieter and stronger. A voice that is the best love I have ever experienced in my life - my essential self. 

If any of this is familiar, I'd love to hear your story.

Are you ready to find the peace and happiness that is waiting for you?