the tl;dr
For most of my life, being capable was my identity. I learned from an early age how to carry and handle a lot—anticipating needs, staying composed under pressure, and working hard to perform well. Productivity wasn’t just a skill. It was proof that I was responsible, valuable, and in control.
From the outside, my startup and corporate lives were stable, successful, and quite exciting at times. The roles made sense. The trajectory made sense. The metrics made sense.
...but internally, something felt off.
No matter how much I overworked, no matter how much I continued to give, it never felt like enough.
It took a bedridden physical ailment twice in the form of vertigo, almost exactly one year apart, for me to finally get the memo that this life and pace were no longer working for me anymore.
Back then, leaving corporate felt like a dramatic rebellion because I didn’t just find another job to dive into. I left that industry completely behind, and took a sabbatical to recover from burnout, rediscover my purpose, and find myself again.
For most of my life, being capable
was my identity. I learned from an early age how to carry and handle a lot—anticipating needs, staying composed under pressure, and working hard to perform well. Productivity wasn’t just
a skill. It was proof that I was responsible, valuable, and in control.
From the outside, my startup and corporate lives were stable, successful, and quite exciting at times. The roles made sense. The trajectory made sense. The metrics made sense.
...but internally, something felt off.
No matter how much I overworked,
no matter how much I continued to give, it never felt like enough.
It took a bedridden physical ailment twice in the form of vertigo, almost exactly one year apart, for me to finally get the memo that this life and pace were no longer working for me anymore.
Back then, leaving corporate felt like
a dramatic rebellion because I didn’t
just find another job to dive into. I left that industry and role completely behind, and took a sabbatical to recover from burnout, rediscover my purpose, and find myself again.
You’re not alone, I’ve been there
So I did a lot of extensive trainings
...and many, many more.
Entrepreneurship felt like freedom at first. Autonomy. Ownership. Opportunity to design something different.
I became a certified life coach (twice), focusing on burnout. And ironically, I was also running on fumes from all the trainings, courses, and long laundry list of to do's.
Staying in motion felt safer than slowing down. There was always something to refine, something to build, something to prove. Even while helping others with their transformations and achieving their goals, I quietly exhausted myself.
The hustle and grind just returned in different packaging. Burnout repeated in quieter ways. Despite doing everything “right”, I still felt behind, not doing enough or moving fast enough.
Then, pivots came next with a different niche (dating) and new positioning (productivity). I chased after more strategies. I kept updating my systems. I sought after better optimizations. Each shift felt logical but eventually, each revealed the same undercurrent: misalignment.
I trusted those proven strategies over my own internal signals.
Entrepreneurship felt like freedom at first. Autonomy. Ownership. Opportunity to design something different.
I became a certified life coach (twice), focusing on burnout. And ironically,
I was also running on fumes from all the trainings, courses, and long laundry list of to do's.
Staying in motion felt safer than slowing down. There was always something to refine, something
to build, something to prove. Even while helping others with their transformations and achieving their goals, I quietly exhausted myself.
The hustle and grind just returned in different packaging. Burnout repeated in quieter ways. Despite doing everything “right”, I still felt behind, not doing enough or moving fast enough.
Then, pivots came next with a different niche (dating) and new positioning (productivity). I chased after more strategies. I kept updating my systems. I sought after better optimizations.
Each shift felt logical but eventually, each revealed the same undercurrent: misalignment.
I trusted those proven strategies over
my own internal signals.
I told myself I’d do it right this time
I told myself
I’d do it right this time
I was performing visibility even when it drained me. I was experimenting with my energy like it was unlimited. I kept thinking I just needed to figure it out before the next chapter of my life began.
Then the next chapter arrived... Marriage changed the rhythm of my life, and starting a family changed the weight of it. Time stopped feeling theoretical. Endless experimentation stopped feeling harmless. Rebuilding again and again revealed its cost—cycles of exhaustion, frustration, overwhelm, resentment, and overdoing.
Effort was never the issue. Optimization didn’t relieve the pressure. It was my capacity. My internal operating system was overloaded, and no amount of external structure could compensate for that.
Something had to change, as none of this was sustainable or fit the life I envisioned.
I was performing visibility even when
it drained me. I was experimenting with my energy like it was unlimited. I kept thinking I just needed to figure it out before the next chapter of my life began.
Then the next chapter arrived... Marriage changed the rhythm of my life, and starting a family changed the weight of it. Time stopped feeling theoretical. Endless experimentation stopped feeling harmless. Rebuilding again and again revealed its cost—cycles of exhaustion, frustration, overwhelm, resentment,
and overdoing.
Effort was never the issue. Optimization didn’t relieve the pressure. It was my capacity. My internal operating system was overloaded, and no amount of external structure could compensate for that.
Something had to change, as none of this was sustainable or fit the life
I envisioned.