Create space for what you love.
The work we do on ourselves creates space for what we love — whether that be our creative expression, our relationships, or the life we’re building. I’m Eva and I’m 2e autistic, an artist, a child of a narcissistic parent, and someone who finds peace in nature and the company of animals.
I’m not here because I’ve got it all figured out.
I’m here because I know we get to keep growing, keep dreaming, keep making mistakes, and keep making space for all the parts of ourselves no matter what life looks like. And maybe, if we’re gentle with ourselves along the way, we might actually get to live the life we’re dreaming of.
The searching turns into the becoming.
Growing up with a narcissistic parent taught me to doubt my own voice, to over-explain everything, and to carry tension in my body like I was always bracing for impact. It left me hyper-vigilant to other people’s moods and needs while struggling to trust my own feelings. For years, I rehearsed conversations in my head, second-guessed my reactions, and felt like my emotions were always “too much” (still do sometimes).
I’ve been called unfocused, indecisive, and even lazy in my pursuit of creativity. I’ve tried many things and been many people, searching for my place in the world and struggling to find ways to honour this wild longing for creative purpose that wouldn’t be silenced.
But here’s what I’ve learned: that hyper-empathy that felt like a burden? It’s also a gift. The chaos inside that I used to try to push down and ignore? That’s actually my creative source. The healing work that sometimes feels so lonely is connecting me to who I’m meant to be. And the inner transformation that’s happening now is no longer just a searching — it’s a becoming.
For the ones who’ve been told they’re “too much”.
I write about the messy, beautiful work of healing and growing, especially for women who’ve been told they’re “too much” or need to pick just one thing. Whether that’s learning about horses, journaling through the hard emotions, figuring out money without shame, or just giving myself permission to want what I want — it’s all connected.
There are moments when you catch glimpses of who you really are beneath all the conditioning. Maybe it’s when you’re creating something beautiful, tending to your needs like a beloved garden, or experiencing something that moves your soul. Those moments make you mad with wanting to reclaim that wild, authentic part of yourself.
Being autistic in a world that often misunderstands neurodivergence, being an artist in spaces that don’t always value creativity, being someone who feels deeply in a culture that prefers us dimmed down — I know what it’s like to feel like you don’t quite fit in.
But what if the problem isn’t that we’re too much? What if the problem is spaces that are too small?
Finding your creative source again.
Here’s what grounds me through all of this: my hands in the work of creating. Whether I’m painting or lettering words that remind us to keep going, journaling my way through complicated feelings, or dreaming about the farmhouse where I’ll one day tend gardens and care for horses and alpacas — making things helps me find purpose and peace in my daily life, helps me with my emotional regulation.
There’s something about creating with your hands that reconnects you to yourself. Writing in journals that become companions through hard seasons. Creating art and lettering pieces that carry hope and optimism into people’s homes. Teaching others to find their own voice through journaling. Eventually, I hope to be growing flowers, renovating a farmhouse to feel like home, and caring for animals that teach me about presence and gentleness.
Through my art, courses, and writing, I hope to be a guide back to that creative source within you — the part that knows you’re not broken, you’re not too much, you’re exactly enough. I want to help you transform the pain of being highly sensitive and empathetic into your source of healing and creativity.
This work of healing and growing — it’s ongoing, and it’s hands-on. Some days I feel more like myself than I ever have. Other days I catch myself falling back into old patterns. But even on the hard days, I’m creating a little more space for what I love through the simple act of making something.
If you’re tired of shrinking yourself to fit someone else’s idea of who you should be, you’re in the right place. Let’s make space for all the parts of ourselves together — one journal entry, one handmade thing, one small act of creation at a time.
Ready to start creating space for what you love?
Browse my shop for art and lettering pieces that bring hope and optimism into your home, or dive into one of my free journaling courses to start finding your own voice on the page.
And if you want to follow along as I share the messy, beautiful work of healing and growing, you can find me writing about it all right here on the blog. If you want to get a notification straight to your inbox of new posts, sign up for updates below.
