Belle, I love how you wrote this — like you’re opening the door yourself and waving people in before it even finishes swinging. The energy here is so grounded and so inviting; it feels less like an event announcement and more like a heartbeat saying, come as you are, we’ll figure the rest together.
And you stepping up to speak? That’s brave in a way that hums. The mix of recovery, community, messy honesty, and your books on the table — it all feels beautifully real. I can already picture that room warming up the moment you start talking.
Wishing you a full house and the kind of night where stories don’t just land — they lift.
Belle, I love how you wrote this — like you’re opening the door yourself and waving people in before it even finishes swinging. The energy here is so grounded and so inviting; it feels less like an event announcement and more like a heartbeat saying, come as you are, we’ll figure the rest together.
And you stepping up to speak? That’s brave in a way that hums. The mix of recovery, community, messy honesty, and your books on the table — it all feels beautifully real. I can already picture that room warming up the moment you start talking.
Wishing you a full house and the kind of night where stories don’t just land — they lift.