Maisa Space
A sacred space for grief, truth-telling, neurodivergence, and the tender work of staying alive.

We are Maisa’s parents. After losing her physical presence to suicide, we write to survive, to advocate, to remember, and to speak what often goes unsaid—about autism, ADHD, parenting, grief, and love that stretches beyond this world.

Maisa loved all things about space. We would seek out dark skies and hike in the middle of the night to watch eclipses, supermoons and use star charts. This is a space for the tender and the brave. For those who feel too much. For anyone holding grief in one hand and hope in the other.

Sometimes we write together. Sometimes apart. But always, we write with honesty.

Welcome to Maisa Space—
where we embrace the darkness to become the light.

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A sacred space for grief, truth-telling, neurodivergence, and the tender work of staying alive. Embracing the darkness to become the light.

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Writer, mother, advocate, alchemist. I write about grief, neurodivergence, suicide loss, and the healing power of telling the truth. Maisa is my daughter, and this space is for her—and for anyone learning to transmute pain into purpose.
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