Our Story

A note from the founder

I'm Cam. I started TRYGG after coming out the other side of 
burnout and depression.

For two years, I was "on" without ever being present. Saying yes 
to everything. Closing my laptop at midnight with the same wired 
feeling I had at 7 AM. Telling myself I'd rest "after this week" — 
then after the next one. Telling myself I was fine.

Until my body said no for me.

What followed was a season I didn't see coming. Burnout, then 
depression. Months where opening an email felt like negotiating 
with gravity. The fear wasn't only of how dark it had become — 
it was the fear of going back to the same life that had put me 
there. That if I returned to the world the same way, the same 
thing would happen again.

Recovery was slow. I had professional help. People around me. 
Time, eventually. But none of those tools were with me moment 
to moment. I couldn't keep a therapist in my pocket. The 
meditation apps wanted more attention than I had. Journaling 
felt like one more task on a list I was already drowning under. 
The breathing exercises required remembering to breathe — which, 
on a hard day, was already too much.

What I needed wasn't another tool. I needed an anchor. 
Something physical, immediate, within reach — something I could 
reach for without ritual, without willpower, just by lying
down at the end of the day.

For me, it turned out to be weight. The first time I lay
under a weighted blanket, my shoulders fell. Something I'd been
holding without realising it let go. I started using it on the
evenings I knew would be long. After difficult days. After good
ones too. It didn't fix anything — and I won't pretend it does.
But it gave me a place to come back to, every night, at the
hour when my head was loudest.

The blankets made for this feeling — most of them looked like
medical equipment. "Anxiety relief". "Therapy blanket".
Pharmacy typography, grey polyester, a box you'd hide in a
cupboard. I didn't want to feel like a patient. I wanted
something that belonged on a bed — mine — and that would hold
me, quietly, in the hours when I needed to come home to myself.

So I made TRYGG.

A weighted blanket that belongs in the bedroom you already
have. Not for the sick — for the wired, the soft, the ones
still finding their way back. A safe place you can lie down
under. An anchor you can reach for at the end of any day.

If you're somewhere on that road too — wherever you are on it — 
I hope this brings you a little of what it brought me.

— Cam
Founder, TRYGG · Brussels