It was June 22ⁿᵈ, a golden summer evening. The air was warm, the world quiet, and yet, something stirred. On my way home from visiting a close friend, a name suddenly appeared in my mind. Healing Her. It felt like a whisper, as if the universe had spoken directly into my heart. I wasn’t planning to start a business. In fact, my life felt like a storm of endings. My job as a graphic designer and communications adviser had come to a close, and soon after, I lost my apartment. The ground beneath me seemed to disappear, leaving only one thing I knew with certainty: I had to go. I had to travel. I had to follow the pull eastward, to Asia. Just a few weeks later, with no clear plan, and only intuition as my compass, I boarded a plane to Bangkok. Little did I know of what was going to unfold for me...