It comes after the funeral when the casseroles stop arriving.

After the divorce papers are signed and the house feels too big and too empty.

After the panic attack in the grocery store aisle when your heart races and you’re sure you’re dying—but no one can see it.

After the thought creeps in late at night: “If I didn’t wake up tomorrow, would anyone notice?”

That is where our Grief / Divorce & Depression / Anxiety / Suicidal Ideations Peer Support Group begins.

People walk through the doors of Malorie’s Place carrying invisible wounds. Some have lost spouses, children, parents, or dreams they thought were permanent. Some are navigating the devastation of divorce—grieving someone who is still alive but no longer theirs. Some are fighting a daily battle with depression and anxiety that leaves them exhausted before the day even begins. Others come because they are scared of their own thoughts and don’t trust themselves to be alone anymore.

They sit down quietly at first. Eyes down. Shoulders tense. Hearts guarded.

Then someone speaks.

“I don’t know who I am without them.”

“I cry in my car so my kids won’t see.”

“I smile all day, but at night I think about ending it.”

And in that moment, something shifts.

No one gasps.

No one judges.

No one rushes to fix it.

Instead, heads nod. Tears fall together. Hands reach across the room.

Because at Malorie’s Place, we believe you shouldn’t have to suffer in silence.

This group exists because grief doesn’t follow a timeline. Because divorce is not just paperwork—it’s loss, identity collapse, and deep loneliness. Because depression lies, anxiety screams, and suicidal thoughts don’t mean you want to die—they often mean you want the pain to stop.

We are here because too many people have been told to “be strong,” when what they really needed was permission to fall apart.

We are here because community saves lives.

At Malorie’s Place, you are allowed to say the hard things out loud. You are allowed to not be okay. You are allowed to come as you are—angry, numb, broken, scared, or exhausted. You are met with compassion, understanding, and people who have walked similar roads and lived to tell the story.

This is not therapy.

This is not judgment.

This is not a place where you have to pretend.

This is a place where grief is honored, pain is validated, and hope is gently rebuilt—one conversation, one tear, one shared breath at a time.

Malorie’s Place exists because your life matters.

Your story matters.

And even on the days you cannot see a future for yourself, we will sit with you until you can.

You are not alone.

And you never have to carry this by yourself again.

Groups are Sunday at 4 we have a meal.  If you have children 5 & up we have safe place for them to go

446 S Main Ave Maiden 

More information call 828-216-5046 

“We’re not meant to fight this battle alone” Malorie Deal