I come from a family of artists. My father makes films, my mother dances, one of my grandmothers is an actress, the other a skilled knitter. Ever since I was young, I was encouraged to dream about a future where I could spend everyday writing or painting. Yet, when the time came for me to choose my path for uni, I firmly decided against it. A creative career felt out of reach for me when the sight of a blank page would induce so much anxiety in me that I would rip it to shreds before I could even make the first mark. The things I loved doing became my worst nightmare, causing me to snuff them out before they could burn me. But my desire to connect with my own creativity never died out.