Our Story
In the midst of my deepest sorrows, having lost both my father and the love of my life, I found myself adrift, seeking solace in a world that seemed indifferent to my pain.
One day, on a drive back with my friends, I stumbled upon the idea of The Home of Healing, a place where people can gather under the sheltering branches of a great tree, each person carrying their own burden of grief and loneliness, who could now find peace and relief in the words of other.
In that serene sanctuary, illuminated by soft, comforting light, I felt a sense of belonging that had eluded me for so long. It was there, surrounded by others who understood my pain, that I realized my purpose: to create a place where people could come together to share their stories, find solace in each other’s company, and heal the wounds of their hearts.
And so, with determination in my heart, I set about transforming the glade into a haven for the broken-hearted—a place of compassion, understanding, and support. In a world where so many suffer in silence, I vowed to provide a platform for people to speak openly about their struggles, find comfort in the empathy of others, and take the first steps towards healing.
In the home of healing, amidst the gentle rustle of leaves and the murmurs of shared stories, I found my purpose—a purpose born from loss, but destined to bring hope and healing to those in need.
