Emotionally Out of Office (I Have Dirt Legs)

Emotionally Out of Office (I Have Dirt Legs)

This week, I’m not even pretending to have it together. I’m tired, I’m crusty, and I’m emotionally out of office. In this episode, I spiral through everything from FedEx work drama, burnout, and heavy-ass Amazon packages to my daughter’s endless energy, trolls on TikTok, my recent miscarriage, and the very real possibility of launching a second podcast about astrology (because of course I am). If you’re burnt out, underpaid, emotionally void, or just vibing with a side of rage… welcome home. Follow me on TikTok @danie.1302 for daily chaos (unless I’m too tired). Rate the show if you’re still here and not one of those people who compares UPS to FedEx.

I Am a Witness to My Own Crimes

This one’s personal. I spiral (as usual), but I also reflect—on trauma, motherhood, trust, survival mode, and why healing feels more like crawling through glass than journaling in a sunbeam. I talk about Ginny & Georgia, protecting your kids at all costs, why I canceled my OB appointment out of spite (oops), and how strangers sometimes understand you more than your own people. It’s messy, it’s honest, it’s me. If you’ve ever been called too emotional, too much, or just… wrong for existing the way you do—this episode is for you. Leave a review, scream into the void with me, or don’t. I’ll be here either way. 🖤 @danie.1302 on TikTok + IG 🖤 New episodes of Voice Notes to the Void every Friday 🖤 Bonus chaos on 28 podcast with Tyler

Mercury Ain’t in Retrograde— I Am

My son called me just to say nothing, my daughter may or may not be running a WWE fight club in the neighbor’s yard, and some random mom told my kid she deserved to get beat up. Also: I’m tired, I’m reflective, I’m probably low-key constipated from monk fruit, and I’m blaming it all on being a Taurus with too much fixed energy and not enough will to wash my hair. So join me for a sparkly little breakdown where I talk about parenting, poop, astrology, emotional burnout, and why being a functional adult should count as cardio. ✨ Featuring: – Miscommunication nation (aka my family) – Fixed-sign fatigue – The revenge of the monk fruit – Callie’s inner Aries going full Smackdown – And a few soft moments of love, growth, and existential dread 💖 Don’t worry—I’ll be back next Friday. Unless Mercury really goes retrograde.

Parenting Ain’t Peaceful, It’s a Fucking Sport

Listen… this week tried to knock me out. I’m talking: miscarriage, camping with the in-laws, dance recital hell, and chasing my runaway teenager like we’re filming an episode of Maury. Parenting is not calm. It’s cardio. It’s chaos. But there were also moments of love, healing, and connection that I’m holding onto. So here’s your slightly unhinged but very real update from the edge of burnout.

When the Quiet Hits Hard

This episode is a gentle unraveling of the week I never expected. I share the story behind why I didn’t post on Monday—the lead-up to finding out I was pregnant, and the quiet heartbreak that followed. This isn’t easy to talk about, but it’s real. If you’ve ever felt the weight of hope and loss in the same breath, this one’s for you. Just me, processing, healing, and letting the silence speak.