For a long time, I treated creativity like something to extract from myself. I pushed through exhaustion, ignored my own signals, and learned to confuse productivity with worth. Making things became tangled up with pressure, self-judgment, and the feeling that I was never doing enough. What shifted wasn’t finding better systems or discipline, but learning to listen to what my nervous system was actually asking for. I began to see burnout and resistance not as failures, but as information — signs that something needed care instead of force. Now I offer space for people who want to make meaningful work without turning against themselves. Not to optimize output, but to build a relationship with creativity that feels alive, honest, and sustainable.