My Story
My name is Evah.
In January 2017, a life-changing incident left me with a permanent disability.
In September 2025, my son was in an accident. After surgeries, he needed home care. We couldn't afford professional carers, so it was us — the family. Each day became strenuous. The siblings and I were overwhelmed. Emotions were high. There was fear.
I will never forget the pain of hearing him call for help, and no one could come immediately — because we were trying to rest for just a moment.
Months later, my son was healed. But I could still sense the trauma. Counseling alone was not enough. That's when I realized: sometimes a person just needs to get away. To go to a place with no timetable. For a few days, just to be you again.
After all has been done and said… who cares for the carer?
I have personally cared for mentally challenged persons as well and I understand how vulnerable they are and how emotionally draining it is to care for them. If you haven't been through it, you will not understand. I have been there on different angles.
The idea is to help them unwind, create beautiful memories, and take home souvenirs to remind them: the universe cares for them too.