About ten years ago, when my dance studio really began to take off, I thought I was living the dream.

Enrollment was growing. Revenue was steady. Parents were happy. Students were thriving.

And yet, in the quiet hours of the night, my nervous system told a very different story.

I remember countless moments when my eyes would snap open at 2:00 or 3:00 a.m.—my heart racing as a forgotten task floated to the surface…