Hi, I'm Vanessa.
For a long time, I had a stable path.
A career I dislike — but one I held onto, because I thought I had no choice.
Until the choice was made for me.
Twice.
I carried so many questions with me for years: What am I truly meant to do? What can I build my life around? Do I feel satisfied with the choices I've made? Am I actually happy?
Day by day, I kept asking myself the same things.
But there was always something I couldn't ignore.
The need to create.
Not just to make something beautiful. But to create something that carries a feeling, a story, and a part of myself.
It wasn't a dramatic moment that changed everything.
There was no single morning where it all became clear.
It was more like a quiet accumulation — of small dissatisfactions, of late nights spent making things simply because I had to, of realizing that the version of myself I performed at work felt further and further from who I actually was.
Leaving wasn't brave. It was necessary.
And honestly? It was terrifying.
I didn't have a plan. I didn't have a professional license. I didn't have anyone telling me this was the right move.
What I had was a stubborn belief: if I didn't try, I would spend the rest of my life wondering.
So I tried.