I always dreamed of creating a place that would help people become the best version of themselves — a wellness space rooted in real healing, powered by nature, and supported by cutting-edge tools to optimize the mind and body.

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I just never imagined it would be in a Victorian manor in small-town America.

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And yet, here we are.
The Health House.

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Before this, my path to become a doctor took a detour — one that turned out to be a blessing in disguise. When we arrived in Milford, my focus shifted from health and humanity to building a sustainable café and juice bar to support my new family. I never expected that the support from this little town would be the spark to reignite the bigger dream.

But it didn’t come easy.

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The stress of running a food business, fitting in to a new community, and learning to navigate parenthood without family nearby began to take a toll. After years of sleepless nights and 364-day work years (we only ever closed on Christmas), I began waking up to seizures. Turns out I’d been epileptic my whole life and never knew it — not until I started blacking out on the bathroom floor before work.

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I didn’t have the luxury of slowing down. Business had to keep running. So did I.

There wasn’t even time to get it checked out. But a little research led me to a realization: my brain wasn’t getting enough oxygen. And ironically – I’d actually, only years prior, already planned out a wellness facility centered around oxygenation. Part of it was a new design for express delivery of the SuperHuman Protocol: combining magnetic therapy (PEMF), exercise with oxygen (EWOT), and red light therapy – all simultaneously. It was precisely what my brain needed.

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So I built it.

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Right in the back of our juice bar, out of giant Lego-style blocks. It was the first of its kind — a fully stacked OxyGym. And it worked. Just 10–20 minutes a week kept my seizures at bay, gave me my energy back, and helped me sleep again. No medication. Just oxygen, earthing, light, and movement.

But as amazing as that was, the juice bar wasn’t exactly a tranquil healing space. We needed something more — and so did a few of our talented local massage therapists after our town spa closed down. That’s when the vision for the Health House truly came to life.

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We rented the only building big enough for it — and what started as a small side project snowballed into a full renovation. I was back to 80-hour weeks, only this time covered in 150-year-old dust, juggling renovations with running the café , while also supporting my wife with a newborn and a toddler at home. My health collapsed again. The seizures returned. I couldn’t sleep. My digestion went haywire. I was overweight. I was exhausted, inflamed, and on the brink of diabetes. In building a house of health, I had sacrificed my own.

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And just when it felt like everything might fall apart… Milford showed up.

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Our new Milford friends rallied. Incredible wellness professionals seemed to appear out of nowhere, offering their gifts. Soon, every room was filled with healing hands and some of the most advanced wellness tech in the world. The Health House became something far beyond what I originally dreamed — and it was all made possible by this extraordinary town.

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Now, it’s my turn.

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The team is in place. The house is alive with healing. And I’m ready to be the first official “guinea pig.” I’ll be following a full Health House protocol tailored by our Naturopathic Doctor, tracking my labs, and sharing the journey publicly — as it happens.

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This is the beginning of a new chapter — for me, for the Health House, and for anyone curious about what’s possible when we combine nature, science, and community.

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So stay tuned.

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And thank you, Milford. None of this would exist without you.

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Liam Hutchison

Inspired Health House Owner