As I moved through life, I just struggled — with myself, with other people, relationships, my thoughts and emotions. With a whole lot of things. 

I thought there must be something wrong with me, and I just kept trying to pull myself together.
At the time, I didn’t understand that there had to be a why. 

Why do I have these emotions or challenges?

Fortunately, life led me to people and paths that helped me discover that there is a why.
A big one.
That my childhood had left me with wounds — still affecting me and quietly waiting to be cared for.

That realization was the beginning of my healing journey.

But the way I approached it for a long time was shaped by a mindset that lacked compassion and understanding — especially for myself and my past experiences.

Looking back now, I see how much I was influenced by a culture that glorifies constant self-improvement and supports a fixing mentality — where any weakness or messiness feels unacceptable and must be corrected.

So one belief lived very strongly inside me: Work on yourself. 
And that’s what I did.
I worked on myself — but not with myself.

What I really missed was the understanding that behind all my struggles, there were reasons. A story.
I didn’t treat myself as someone who needed healing and recovery. Someone who was going through a hard time and deserved care. I only saw the flaws — and the potential for improvement.

There were so many things out there telling me what to do about my challenges:
Books, programs, retreats… the list is endless.

But what I truly craved — deep in my heart — was understanding. (And a hug.)

Understanding for myself, for my story, for my feelings, for my entire situation.

Someone to say something like:

 “Hey, it’s hard. You’ve been through a lot. No wonder you feel or behave this way.
It’s okay. I understand you. You’re not alone. I’m here.
And even when you’re struggling, you are worthy — exactly as you are.”

When someone took the time to ask questions, to really listen, to hold space for me — it had a profound impact on my journey.

From that point on, I began to see myself as a human being who had been hurt, and who now needed care, love, and compassion.

It made everything wider. Softer.
Because healing no longer came from a place of optimization — but from love and understanding.

That experience brought me here.

With home of life, I want to create a space that offers a softer, gentler approach to healing and self-development. Healing that is centered around allowing, feeling, unfolding, evolving, and holding space.

This place is about:

• Feeling seen and understood — with the pain, the struggles, and the stories that come from certain childhood experiences. 
• Enjoying an atmosphere of mutual compassion. 
• Having a space where you can retreat. 
• Allowing yourself to just be, to express, to take your time, to do whatever you need. 
• Being free to leave behind comparison, pressure (time, expectations, standards), the “shoulds” and the “musts.” 
• Connecting with yourself and finding your unique way through healing and life.
  
  

This space is for you.

I feel blessed and deeply grateful when I can support you on your journey.
I hope you find something here that feels helpful.
And even if nothing speaks to you right now — I still wish you the very best on your journey.

If you’d like to connect personally, I warmly invite you to write to me.
I’d truly love to hear from you.

From heart to heart,
Alma