A place where healing feels like home...

Our Story

Every person who walks into Mysa carries a story—sometimes tangled, sometimes fragile, sometimes too heavy to hold alone. And in each story, I saw a longing: not just to be ‘fixed,’ but to be heard, to be understood, to feel safe.

As a psychologist and therapist, I always believed healing is not about rushing through pain but about creating a space where you can pause, reflect, and slowly rebuild. Mysa is that pause—the cozy corner of your life where you can breathe, untangle, and just be.

Mysa wasn’t built in a boardroom with strategies and charts. It was born in quiet conversations, in listening to people’s unspoken words, and in moments when someone finally sighed with relief, saying, “I feel lighter now.”

The word Mysa comes from Swedish, and it means “to engage in a pleasant, soothing moment; to be content and warm in your surroundings.” That’s exactly what I envisioned when I dreamt of this space—a place where mental health isn’t heavy or clinical, but comforting, human, and deeply personal.