and home of life grew from my own path through pain, through silent struggles rooted in early experiences that were too much, too soon. For years, I carried emotions I couldn’t name, tried to hold myself together without knowing why it all felt so heavy.

I thought I needed to fix myself — but what I truly needed was care, understanding, and a safe space to feel. My healing began when I stopped striving to be someone else and started listening to the tender truth of my story.

This space is my offering — a quiet home for those who carry pain from childhood, who are ready to meet themselves with softness instead of shame. Here, we allow. We feel. We heal — not through force, but through compassion, presence, and truth. You are not too much. Not too late. Not alone.

You are already worthy — and you are welcome here.

If you’d like to know more about the story behind home of life and how it came to be, I invite you to read my full journey.