I don’t know what led you here. Maybe you’re carrying a grief that has no words. Maybe you’re healing from something no one saw break. Maybe you’re just… tired. Of starting over. Of holding it all.
I made this space for you. Not because I have all the answers, but because I know what it feels like to lose yourself and still believe you’ll rise again.
You are not late.
You are not behind.
Here, we heal out loud. We cry in the open. We remember what we buried. And we laugh—eventually— on purpose. Not because it doesn’t hurt, but because something sacred is stirring beneath the surface.
This is O’Stella. A gathering place for women finding their way… in her own time.