The Hollow Between

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What the fuck do you actually want?

In this episode, we’re collecting sparks—the little things that make you curious, excited, or just a little more alive. They don’t have to become a passion, a purpose, or another thing to accomplish.

Sometimes you just follow what lights up and see where it takes you.

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Somewhere along the way, we pick up rules we never agreed to.

Be easy. Be useful. Don’t make anyone uncomfortable. Keep the peace. Make yourself smaller. Carry the weight.

And after carrying those things for long enough, we can forget to ask one pretty important question: Who the fuck told me I had to carry this?

In this episode of The Hollow Between, we’re looking at the things we learned to do to survive, belong, or keep life moving—and what happens when those old adaptations start costing more than they protect.

You learned to carry it for a reason.

That doesn’t mean you have to carry it forever.

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Who are you when you strip away all the roles you’ve spent your life playing?

Parent. Partner. Caregiver. Employee. The responsible one. The strong one. The person everyone else expects you to be.

In this episode of The Hollow Between, we’re talking about what happens when you realize you’ve gotten really good at being everything to everyone else—but somewhere along the way, you lost track of the person underneath all of it.

Maybe not knowing who the fuck you are anymore isn’t the end of something.

Maybe it’s the first chance you’ve had in a long time to find out.

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Ever catch yourself wondering, “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

Yeah. Me too.

In the first episode of The Hollow Between, we’re talking about what happens when life changes you faster than you can figure out who the hell you’re becoming. The moments when you don’t recognize yourself anymore, when the things that used to work suddenly don’t, and when maybe the better question isn’t what’s wrong with you—but what you’re moving through.

No perfect answers. No pretending I’ve got my shit together.

Just figuring it out together in the hollow between.