Not long after being diagnosed with PTSD, my home address was posted online by right-wing misogynists. Scared to leave and scared to stay, I became a homebody who didn’t even feel okay in my home. My therapist suggested that I explore things that made my home pleasing and comforting, like cozy bedding and scented candles. I didn’t like most of the candles I found in stores, so I learned how to make them myself. Now I make unique and complex fragrances so others can have that cozy scent profile that makes the home a more sacred space.
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