A Crafty Anxiety & ADHD Therapist in SC
Your brain finally feels like a place you wanna be.

There’s a difference between having a life that looks fine from the outside and creating a life that fits like your favorite sweater - handmade, uniquely shaped, perfectly suiting you.
hey brilliant burnout babe, you
I know how terrifying it is to look around your life and think, “how the hell did this get so loud?”
Not just in your house, but in your head.
You’re juggling routines, reminders, and repressed emotions like it’s your side hustle.
You keep panic-Googling “why can’t I stick to anything” at 1am with a face mask on and laundry piles giving you side-eye. You’ve got a new planner, five abandoned Notion templates, and a nervous system that’s been running on 3% since 2019.
And don’t forget your inner crew:
Self-Doubt (chronically online)
Imposter Syndrome (with a PhD in subtle sabotage)
The Overfunctioner (who thinks if you just find the right system, everything will click into place)
Meanwhile, your body’s like: “I need a nap, a scream, a snack, and maybe a decade sabbatical.”
You keep swearing you’ll “get your sh*t together” after this week, after this launch, after this hormone cycle.
But deep down—waaaay down, like “there’s-a-watercolor-you-painted-under-your-bed” down—you know this isn’t working.
You know you’re meant for more than just managing the chaos.
You know there's a version of you who’s not always braced for impact.
what do you need support with?
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Overthinking Tangle
Your brain has 67 tabs open at all times. Replaying conversations, collecting lists, and keeping track of all your ‘shoulds’. You’re being responsible. But it feels more and more like you’re being crushed by your own brain.
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Relationship Struggles
You’re the one who keeps the peace, manages the schedules, smooths the rough edges. But inside? You’re lonely. Resentful. Exhausted. And then ashamed of feeling that way. You don’t want to feel this way, but you also don’t know what other choice you have.
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Motherhood Overwhelm
You love your children. But motherhood? The constant demands, dissolving identity, completely depleted energy? Ugh. Sometimes you catch yourself thinking ‘I hate my life.’ And then you buy a new book or planner. Because maybe you just haven’t found the perfect system yet.
Hello love bug!
I already poured us some coffee and lit a candle that smells like a boutique hotel that serves amazing waffles. Go ahead, breathe it in! And grab a craft bag of your choice - I’ve already got a raglan sweater for you on the needles.
I’m Emilea Richardson.
Woman, She/Her, Nervous System Nerd.
I was raised on gold stars and extra credit, started cross stitching before I lost my first tooth, and am emotionally fluent in Overthinking (“what did it mean when her lips pursed before she said ‘I’m fine’… is she mad at me?”).
Play therapist turned Sworn Protector of all women who are tired of holding it all together…
What’s it worth to feel like your life isn’t group project you’re doing alone at midnight? You could keep white-knuckling your wya through on more week. Or you could…
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