You've felt it—the weight of carrying things alone. The mask you wear so others don't have to see. The quiet exhaustion of performing strength.

This is a space where that stops.

Ten humans. Same faces every week. Two hours where you don't have to hold it together. Where your humanness is met with presence, not advice. Where being seen is enough.

No fixing. No performing. No games. No masks.
Just humans being humans.