When the sun hits my face in early spring or on a quiet winter’s day, I can’t help but pause and soak it in. Just a few seconds of feeling completely content and in touch with myself. In this blog, I reflect on rituals, fear, and reclaiming self-worth through stillness.

Burnout didn’t hit me like an explosion—it crept in slowly, quietly. In this post, I share what burnout felt like from the inside: the overstimulation, guilt, isolation, and how I began to listen to myself again. It's a story of unraveling, and slowly, finding my way back.