My story began in a small Cambodian village, where being taken from my mother was explained as a promise: a better life in America.

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Instead, I learned loss before belonging.

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My journey carried me through a refugee camp and eventually to the United States. I endured physical, emotional, and sexual abuse from the people who were supposed to protect me. At fifteen, after three years living in the States, I chose the uncertainty of leaving over the danger of staying. I slept in cars and train stations, searched dumpsters for food, and became a mother while I was still a child myself.

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I did not call it resilience then. I was simply doing whatever it took to make tomorrow possible.

I could not change the beginning I had been given, but I was determined to give my children something different. I wanted them to know safety, possibility, and love. I wanted to build a life where we could finally breathe.

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That resolve carried me far.

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I built a career, became a vice president, and led teams throughout Asia and across four continents. I created stability and opportunities I once could only imagine. I had money, a title, and people looking to me for leadership.

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From the outside, I had made it.

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But it was lonely at the top. People looked to me for answers, direction, and strength. I knew how to show up for them. I did not know where to turn when I needed someone to show up for me.

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Then I found myself standing in a boardroom, giving a presentation with a black eye.

Another abusive relationship had brought pain into the life I had worked so hard to build. There I stood, an executive leading a presentation while carrying the hurt of a woman who still did not feel safe.

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I was still showing up. Still leading. Still doing what I had always done: finding a way to keep going.

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But in that room, I understood something my accomplishments could no longer hide.

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I could not outrun my pain with money or a title.

 

That realization did not mean I knew how to find my way out. I had learned to survive difficult circumstances and succeed beyond them, but I was still carrying wounds that needed care. I had spent so much of my life becoming who I needed to be for everyone else that I no longer knew how to be at home with myself.

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The pain and loneliness became so heavy that I tried to end my life.

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I survived the attempt. And afterward, I chose to live.

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I did not yet know what healing would ask of me. I knew I could no longer keep asking myself to endure everything alone.

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Eventually, I stepped away from my six-figure career and began making room for a different life—one where my own needs could finally matter.

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Healing came through therapy, honest conversations, stillness, community, and the practice of returning to parts of myself I had learned to leave behind. Slowly, I began to understand that I was allowed to rest. To receive. To be cared for without first proving how much I could carry.

Survival had brought me this far. I wanted to discover what life could feel like beyond it.

As I learned to make space for my own healing, I began to imagine a place where others could do the same.

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Selah-Vee grew from that longing.

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I wanted to create the place I had once needed: somewhere you could arrive carrying more than you knew how to explain and be met with patience.

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Somewhere you could feel seen as a whole person, with a story, a voice, and a life beyond what hurt.

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A place where asking for support could become the beginning of coming home to yourself.

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That is the heart of Selah-Vee. It lives in the care we offer, the people we bring together, and the way we welcome each person through our doors.

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I share my story because someone reading it may recognize the exhaustion of holding everything together while quietly hurting. You may have built a life others admire and still feel far from yourself. You may be the person everyone turns to, wondering where you can turn.

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You deserve care wherever you are in your story.

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The life I built proved I could survive. Healing taught me that I deserved to feel safe within it.

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A place to heal. A place to grow. A place to belong.

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With love,
Selah Harper
Founder & CEO

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Your way home can begin here.

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Explore our care and take your next step at your own pace.