After working 6 years in marketing agencies, I realized that marketing and advertising world was nothing like they make it out to be in Mad Men. However, I had no idea there was another way. So I kept climbing. Kept delivering. Kept chasing a version of success I had never actually chosen for myself. I was the woman who had it all together. Successful career. Capable. High-achieving. The one everyone relied on. And I was quietly, completely falling apart.

The moment I could no longer ignore it came on my birthday. While my guests waited outside, I sat alone in my room — unable to move. Not from laziness. Not from drama. From the sheer weight of years spent holding everything together for everyone else while slowly, quietly, losing myself in the process. My mind raced through to-do lists. My body was completely depleted. And even in that moment of total collapse, I worried about what my guests would think. That was when I knew. I could not keep living like this.

What I discovered in the months that followed was not just how to rest. It was who I actually was. For the first time in years, I started asking questions I had been too afraid to ask. What did I actually want — not what I had been told to want, not what looked impressive, not what made sense on paper. What was true for me.

As I dismantled the subconscious patterns that had been running my life — the belief that my worth lived in my achiements, that rest was selfish, that slowing down meant falling behind — something extraordinary happened.

I did not just feel better. I found my direction.

And then I left. And built Back to Her.