Sound like you? Well I hope you stick around a while, we've got a lot to unpack!
And not too long ago, I was you.
Worn out. Treading water in a job that looked “successful” from the outside, but left me feeling empty, anxious, and out of alignment on the inside.
I had the titles, the to-do list, the back-to-back meetings—and absolutely zero energy left for me.
I didn’t need another productivity hack.
I needed a wake-up call, a mindset reset, and a whole lot of healing.
So, I left the toxic grind and chose something radical:
Rebuilding my life with intention.
Rediscovering my worth.
Reconnecting with my power
I am a stationary and printer nerd. Let's talk GSM & PPM all day long!
I think having TWO Cricut machines is a flex.
I am a rev head.
If I was a bajillionaire, I would make Jurassic Park.
Beyond the fun stuff, I am a recovering workaholic who has learned to detach my identity from my job title - and I am here to show you how too.
It was March 2023, as I sat in my manager's office getting gaslit for the hundredth time, that I had my epiphany: f*ck this sh*t.
For years I put work first, answering calls and emails at 2am or during dinner with the people I love, skipping moments and memories I could have been a part of, covering the work of the co-workers that left and was left holding the buck because "we can't fill these positions".
I gained weight, I was put on high blood pressure medication at 36 years old, I developed a bald-spot from all the stress, believed that sleeping 4.5hrs a night was a badge of honour, and I no longer felt "coloured in".
I was addicted to the adrenaline and was in fight or flight mode 24/7 for years.
All because I wanted to climb the ladder, to add another title to my resume, to assume my identity as the top manager of the company.
In that moment, sitting in that room across from a man who was hacking at me, my work, my confidence, and my sense of self - all the while putting the other hand out to ask me to give more; I realised that all the late nights, the initiatives, the sacrifice, the tears in the office toilet, the energy, the everything I gave to this role and the company, it was never going to be enough.
Hustle culture is dead.
I sent my notice that week and walked away from over a decade at that company. I spent the next two years unpacking and healing my work trauma, changing my language, releasing my resentment, and recovering from the biggest burnout of my life. It was a tough journey with as many gut punches as there were ah ha moments.
And here we are today. I am so proud to give you the shortcut and hacks to build yourself back up after burnout. I hope you stay a while, it's going to be great!
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