In 2019, I walked away from the creative world—not with a dramatic slam of the door, but with a quiet, aching pause. It didn’t feel like burnout. It wasn’t a failure. It was something more….something like a slow unraveling of joy.  Back then, my art felt more like a performance than an outlet. Every stitch, every brushstroke, every weave, every pixel was weighed down by a heaviness of expectation—mine,…