Letters to the Women Who Listen

To the women who listen —

the ones who show up every week, or once in a while, or just when the title hits too close — this is for you.

You may never realize how much you’ve shaped this show.

Every message, every “same,” every quiet listen when you didn’t even have the words — it all matters.

When I started The Her Mood Podcast, I didn’t expect it to become a conversation. I thought it would just be me, talking into the void, hoping something I said would land somewhere soft. But then… you did.

Some of you never write, never share, never comment — and that’s okay.

You listen in silence, and somehow, I still feel you there.

It’s a strange kind of connection — invisible, but real.

Because even when the mic goes off, I carry you with me.

You’re the reminder that this isn’t just my story — it’s ours.

You’re the women who’ve been tired and hopeful all at once.

The ones who’ve held it together for everyone else, then quietly fallen apart when no one was looking.

The ones learning, unlearning, and starting over without applause.

You’re the heartbeat of this show — the reason I keep recording when it’s uncomfortable, the reason I tell the truth even when it stings.

Because you remind me that honesty heals in more than one direction.

This podcast started as my way of processing the noise in my head — but you turned it into something sacred.

A safe space where women could exist without filters or timelines.

Where growth could be messy. Where healing could take its time.

So if you’ve ever wondered if I was talking to you, I was.

And if you’ve ever needed to hear that your story still matters — it does.