Welcome to my podcast, Stella's Lived Experiences; a space where small talk finds its way into big truths and deep conversations unfold like stories we’ve been waiting to hear.

I’m your host, Stella Bordoloi—an author, social worker, creative stylist, a raw storyteller, and someone who believes that lived experience is more powerful than polished theory. My memoir, Phoenix of the Northeast, is written in an unconventional, lyrical way; woven with sensory notes, raw truth, and even a playlist to guide the rhythm of memory.

Here, we go beyond surface chatter. We explore what it means to live, to feel, and to remember through story. This is not about being perfect; it’s about being real. Because our lived experiences carry wisdom that no textbook or lecture ever could.

So settle in whether you’re walking, cooking, or just taking a moment for yourself. Together, we’ll dive into the beauty of conversation, from the lightness of small talk to the depth of soul truths.

"Take a breath.

Feel your feet on the ground, the weight of your own body reminding you that you are here, alive, and yours.

Outside, the world will always have something to say about who you should be, how you should live, and who you should love. But in this moment, all that matters is the choice you make for yourself.


I didn’t arrive here overnight. I’ve stood in rooms where my voice was ignored, where my needs were dismissed, where love meant abandoning myself just to be chosen by someone else. I’ve given away my seat at my own table more times than I can count.


But the truth is — no one else can choose me the way I can. And every time I return to myself, I find more of the woman I was always meant to be.


This is Chapter 11: I Choose Me, Again and Again. It’s about the messy, beautiful work of self-commitment. It’s about walking away from anything that asks you to betray yourself, even if it’s familiar, even if it’s hard. It’s about saying, ‘I am mine first,’ and meaning it.


So, settle in. Pour yourself something warm. And let’s talk about the most important love story you’ll ever live — the one with yourself."

They told me I had to be sharp to survive. That softness was weakness. But they never saw the wars I fought, the kind where you win - not by breaking others, but by refusing to break yourself.

This is Chapter 10: Softness is My Sword. It is a story about the courage it takes to stay gentle in a world that tells you to harden. About the quiet resilience that doesn’t roar but still stands unshaken.

"If you’ve ever been told you’re ‘too sensitive,’ maybe this chapter will remind you that’s not your flaw. That’s your superpower."

Welcome to Chapter 10- Softness Is My Sword and redefining softness as one of the biggest strengths in today's world without losing yourself and your humanness for survival.

Welcome back to Phoenix of the Northeast: The Audio Memoir.

I’m Stella Bordoloi — and you’re listening to Chapter 9: The Power I Took Back.


This chapter is about the moment everything shifted.

The moment I stopped making excuses for harm.

The moment I stopped mistaking manipulation for love.


Here, I name what so many women are conditioned to normalize —

Partners who dim our light, betray our trust, and then blame us for reacting.

I speak to the gaslighting, the coercion, the cowardice behind faux tenderness.


But more than that, I speak to the aftermath.

To the woman who didn’t just survive it — she walked through the fire with her spine intact.

This is where I stopped breaking and started building.

Where I stopped explaining and started reclaiming.


If you’ve ever been made to feel like you’re too much for someone who was never enough —

This chapter will meet you exactly where you are.


Let’s begin.

Welcome back to the Phoenix of the Northeast podcast — a memoir in motion, a sanctuary of truth, and a space where no part of us is hidden anymore.

Today, we arrive at Chapter 8 — I Am Not Your Secret.

This chapter is a door slammed shut.


A mirror turned inward.


A moment where I stopped accepting half-love, half-truths, and half-presence.


Because let me say it plain:

I am not something to be tucked away in shadows.

Not your afterthought.

Not your guilt trip.

Not your shame to carry behind closed doors.


I am not the woman you call at midnight but deny in daylight.

I am not your experiment in secrecy, in silence, in survival.


This chapter is for every woman who's ever been hidden, erased, romanticized in private but erased in public.


For every time you were made to feel like your love, your body, your fire was too complicated to claim out loud.


This is the moment I spit that shame back out — and say:

I deserve to be chosen in the sunlight.

I deserve to be spoken about with pride — not whispered like a sin.

I am not your secret.

I am someone you never had the right to hide.




This chapter might feel like a gut punch.

But it’s also a liberation.

A declaration.

A homecoming to self.


Because when I stopped begging to be seen — I realized: I was always whole.

It was they who were never ready for my light.


And I will never again be small to soothe someone else’s shame.


This is Chapter 8 of my memoir — and the beginning of every woman remembering:


You were never meant to be anyone’s secret.

You are the story, the headline, the whole damn truth.


Let’s begin.

Welcome back to the “Phoenix of the Northeast” podcast, where survival isn’t the end of the story — it’s the beginning of sovereignty.

This is Chapter 7: Becoming Fire, Not Fuel.

This is the part where I stopped trying to be digestible. Where I stopped letting other people throw their matches at me — hoping I’d burn for their warmth.


You see, for so long, I was taught to be the fuel.


To bend, to accommodate, to set myself on fire just to keep the room from going cold.


But this chapter? This is where I re-wrote the rule.


Because I wasn’t born to be consumed — I was born to ignite.


Becoming fire, not fuel means saying no even when your voice trembles.


It means walking away from people who only love the ashes of who you used to be.


It means choosing sacred rage over silent suffering.


In this chapter, I speak about the moment I looked at the girl in the mirror — bruised by expectation, burned by betrayal — and said:


"You don’t belong to them anymore. You belong to the flame you carry."


And when I stopped begging for permission to burn, I became my own torch.


This isn’t just a chapter.


It’s a boundary. A blaze. A prayer.


A declaration that I will no longer be kind to what kills me.


From here on, I don’t explain my fire.


I embody it.


Let them misunderstand.


Let them call it anger when it’s really alchemy.


Because this is my rise — and I am the firestarter now.


If you’ve ever felt like your light was too much — or not enough — this chapter is for you.


Not everyone is meant to stand beside your flame.


But those who do? They’ll never ask you to dim it.


Thank you for walking with me through the fire.


This was Chapter 7: Becoming Fire, Not Fuel.

Hi, I’m Stella Bordoloi—originally from the lush, culture-rich city of Guwahati in Assam, North East India, and born in Shillong, Meghalaya. Now based in sunny North Queensland, Australia. My journey is rooted in healing, truth-telling, and reclaiming power through lived experience.

Outside of work, I’m a big believer in rest, beauty, and self-expression. I love curating cozy spaces with candles and soft lighting, writing reflective journal entries, and dancing—something I’ve done since childhood as a trained Indian classical dancer. I find peace in hiking, exploring cultures, and indulging in creative side hustles like personal styling and organizing soulful gatherings with friends. I’m also a lover of trauma-informed movement practices like yoga and Pilates, which have become part of my healing.

This podcast is an extension of everything I love: honest conversations, emotional depth, and making space for stories that often go unheard. Welcome to my world—where softness meets strength, and survival becomes sacred storytelling.

Stella Bordoloi is a storyteller, survivor, and soul-led creative originally from Northeast India and now based in North Queensland, Australia. With a background in social work and a voice shaped by resilience, Stella uses storytelling to bridge personal healing with collective empowerment. Her work speaks to those who’ve lived through silence, survived emotional storms, and are now rising—fierce, honest, and sovereign.

In this podcast episode, she shares a glimpse of who she is at her core, and as a person.

Welcome to Phoenix of the Northeast, a memoir podcast by Stella Bordoloi — a story of reclamation, resilience, and rising from the ashes.

In today’s chapter, titled “The Ghosts I No Longer Carry,” we enter the quiet after the storm — the sacred space where healing begins not by forgetting, but by finally putting down what was never ours to hold.

These are the ghosts of childhood, of shame, of generational silence. The ones that haunted my sleep, shaped my walk, and whispered untruths into my mirror. But today, this chapter is not about them. It’s about freedom. It’s about the moment I looked in the rearview mirror and chose not to take them with me.

If you've ever been burdened by invisible weight… this chapter is for you. Let’s exhale together — and release what no longer belongs in our story.

Now, take a breath.
And come with me…
into “The Ghosts I No Longer Carry.”

What happens when the love you were given came wrapped in fear, silence, and shame?
In this searing chapter, Stella Bordoloi unpacks the blurred lines between love and survival in families where obedience is mistaken for care, and endurance is mistaken for loyalty.

This is not a story of heartbreak—this is a story of awakening.
Of realizing that what was labeled love was often just control.
That what passed as protection was sometimes fear.
And that choosing to leave was not betrayal, but a sacred act of self-rescue.

This chapter is for the daughters who grew up parenting their parents.
For the sons who were only ever safe when they were silent.
For the ones who learned to read moods like weather forecasts, and called that "connection."
It’s for everyone who had to teach themselves the difference between love and survival.

Raw, lyrical, and unapologetically honest—this is not just a chapter. It’s a truth spoken out loud, after generations of being swallowed.