MEET the HEART
What began as my own survival became a sanctuary for women who are still learning how to exhale. OVARA was born from grief, growth, and the courage to keep showing up - one breath, one story at a time.
behind
OVARA.
xoxo,
I'm
Tiff Carson.
Mom, author, podcast host, and
trauma-informed breathwork and somatic coach.
I help women who've been holding it all together
for too long finally let go — and exhale.
And I help them remember who they are
beneath all the roles they've been carrying.
what does OVARA MEAN?
OVARA begins with an O, representing the circle, the cycle,
the openness I wanted this community to hold. Healing isn't linear. It's a spiral, a return, a coming home again and again.
And it holds five letters — just like the names of my three kids. When I was naming them, I was drawn to five-letter names without even knowing why. Looking back, I see it was about intention, about creating something deliberate and beautiful even in uncertain times. OVARA carries that same thread of love.
The name came to me like a breath — soft, intentional, and full of purpose.
Someone once told me, "Your work stopped me in my tracks. The way you hold space for grief, heartbreak, and all the tender, complicated ways we carry loss is beautiful. I took a deep breath just being on your site."
And that's exactly what I wanted. A space where women could finally let their shoulders drop, their breath deepen, and their hearts rest. A space where they could remember who they are and why they're here.
But what I love most is how the word sounds.
It feels like an exhale. A release. A softening.
OVARA is that space. And it's waiting for you.
So what's my story?
For a long time, I thought strength meant holding it all together -
smiling through heartbreak, carrying everyone's weight, and pretending I was fine.
Then life cracked me open.
Ten years of infertility taught me about waiting. Losing my brother to a fentanyl overdose shattered me in ways I still don't have words for. And parenting through exhaustion while watching my marriage end left me wondering who I was without all the roles I'd been carrying.
And yet, even in the middle of it all, life gave me my three miracles - my kids. The ones who remind me every single day that love is still here, laughter still heals, and beginnings often show up disguised as endings.
I didn't think I'd ever laugh again - or breathe without pain.
But slowly, breath by breath, I began to find pieces of myself that I thought were gone. Healing came in quiet moments. In breathwork, in stillness, in stories that reminded me I wasn't alone.
Who was I before I became a wife, a mother,
a caretaker? What did my soul come here to do beyond surviving the hard things?
And in that healing, I began to remember.
Not just how to survive - but who I came here to be.
When I started my podcast
Hard Beautiful Journey,
I didn't know what it would become
— only that I needed to speak the truth
about my pain, my love, and my resilience.
my healing began with a microphone.
Each episode was another step toward using my voice, and in the process, I learned how many of us were walking through the same fire. How many of us were searching for the thread back to who we really are.
Today, Hard Beautiful Journey continues to hold those real, unfiltered stories that remind us we're not alone.
Inside OVARA, the journey goes even deeper. Our Podcast Lounge is where conversations continue, where guests return for live events, and where members share what resonated most.
Full show notes, videos, and episode links live on the Blog — so you can listen, reflect, and revisit whenever you need.
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My Grade 10 English teacher would
never believe I wrote a book.
DANCING IN THE RAIN.
Honestly, I wouldn't have believed it either. I wasn't the straight-A essay type — more the daydreamer in the back row.
But life has a way of handing you a story you can't not tell.
After losing my brother Cory to a fentanyl overdose and watching my marriage of almost 20 years end, I started writing just to breathe again — to put shape to the ache and find my way back to myself.
Dancing in the Rain became that story — one about love, loss, and learning to keep your heart open even in the storm. It's also about remembering who you are when everything you thought defined you falls away.
Inside OVARA, we talk about the book, the behind-the-scenes moments as I write my second book, and the other healing stories that move us. It's a place where reading turns into reflection, and reflection turns into connection - and ultimately, into remembering.
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