đĄ About This Place
(and the human who built it)
Hi. Iâm Sabine â though many people call me Beenie.
And no â this wasnât born from a whim, a mood, or a âwouldnât it be niceâ moment.
The Home of Misfits exists because I kept meeting people who felt out of place in spaces that promised answers but quietly asked them to shrink, conform, or pretend they were fine when they werenât.
People who were thoughtful.
Curious.
Sensitive.
Tired of being told who they should be â spiritually, emotionally, politically, or otherwise.
People who didnât need fixing⊠they needed room.
Truth is, I know that feeling well.
I grew up learning how to read rooms quickly, adapt fast, and survive by being useful, agreeable, or invisible â depending on what the moment required. Like many misfits, I learned how to function long before I learned how to feel at home.
For a long time, I thought that meant something was wrong with me.
(It didnât.)

đ A quick reality check
Iâm not here to save you.
I donât have a magic formula.
And Iâm deeply suspicious of anyone who claims they do.
What I do believe in:
perspective shifts
honest conversations
kindness with boundaries
humor as a survival skill
and the quiet relief of realizing youâre not alone
Some people find this place through the podcast.
Some through the Living Room.
Some stumble in, lurk quietly, and take a breath.
All of that counts.
