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I’m Talkin to You, I’m Talkin to Me Too is a heartfelt podcast where I, Danielle To You, embrace the courage to be seen. Each episode offers “mirror moments”—raw, soulful reflections on my ongoing journey of healing, releasing past traumas, and rediscovering who I am. This is for Black women who’ve let pain shape their identity but are ready to gaze into their mirrors, confronting their truths with vulnerability and strength. With a direct, empathetic, and compassionate voice, I share my evolving story to inspire you to share yours, inviting you into a space where self-discovery and reflection spark profound healing. Together, we explore the power of seeing ourselves clearly and stepping boldly into who we’re becoming.

I’ve realized that if I’m not all of me, I’m nothing—done hiding in the shadows, afraid to show my full self. All my mirrors matter, infinite reflections uniting my past, present, and future into one sacred truth. As a Black woman, I stand before these mirrors, honoring every facet—wounds, triumphs, ancestral wisdom, and dreams yet to unfold—to craft a reflection that’s wholly me. I invoke Black women to reflect in all their mirrors, to embrace the old, the new, the pain, and the power, knowing it’s all you. We refuse to enter spaces dimming our light, choosing instead to break the mirror of societal distortions and celebrate the infinite layers of our existence, where vulnerability and courage intertwine to redefine our worth.

What makes this podcast unique? It’s my unfiltered bravery in laying bare my journey, creating a sacred sanctuary for Black women to reflect, release, and grow. In “mirror moments,” we shatter the lies of external narratives, weaving our stories to reflect our shared strength and ancestral resilience. This is a call to honor every dimension of our being—past, present, and future—and to craft reflections that radiate Infinite potential. Together, we build a space where our infinite mirrors liberate us, empowering us to redefine our worth as Black women. Subscribe to I’m Talkin to You, I’m Talkin to Me Too for soul-stirring conversations that inspire us to heal, shine, and embrace our true selves.

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In this episode, I explore the caged bird’s song, realizing my strength was never a choice but a survival instinct. People praise how I endure, but I never had options like leaving my kids or falling into addiction. I chose to sing, turning pain into purpose. My capacity to love, to try again, to find silver linings, once felt like a curse, making me angry at endless tests. Losing my son became my greatest lesson, teaching me to listen before chaos, to weave warmth from ashes. I built my own ...
In this heartfelt episode of Season 2, I share the chaos of losing my business and money, raising three kids while terrified as a new manager. Then I met Desi, whose words, “We don’t have to live like this,” stopped me cold, offering a choice I never saw growing up in a world where you just survive. Her poise, like a steady trunk, showed me I could walk away from the fire. She taught me to listen, to ask questions like “Help me understand,” and to see beyond my anxiety through books like Radi...
In this opening to season two, I dive into the heart-wrenching night my ex-husband assaulted me in our home, ignoring my desperate pleas to stop as he forced himself on me. The weight of childhood pain, where I learned to silence my voice, resurfaced as I froze, shielding my sleeping kids from the truth. His lingering shadow, watching me crumble, forced me to face my silenced voice and the roots that let me down, my mom walking away, caught in her own anger, leaving me without a safe space. I...
In this season finale, I dive deep into the soul-crushing betrayal that unfolded with DC, a friend I held close to my heart, whose whispered “I love you” turned into a hollow lie as he forced himself on me . That night didn’t just deepen the loss of my voice; it became a mirror forcing me to confront my own instincts, questioning why I failed to trust my choices and decisions when danger loomed. The guilt that weighed me down stemmed from childhood encounters with cousins and O, where I didn’...
In this episode, I recount opening the door to sheriff’s officers as a child, facing eviction. We sat on the curb, desperately waiting for help.Later we moved to a dissembled community in Chicago.My mom’s absence left me vulnerable, sent to the store where a man preyed on me, starting with “help in the back” and escalating to touching my feet, lifting my shirt, dropping my pants. I froze, lost my voice, wearing baggy clothes to hide, rejecting pink for black, overwhelmed by touch. Signs went ...
In this episode, I confront the anger that consumed me after giving birth, staring in the mirror at a woman who felt weak for not saying no , risking her baby’s life. I reflect on the mental escape during abuse, the silence that let him get away with it, and the shame of keeping peace. Through tears, I unpack pretending hurt was anger, fearing vulnerability in a world with no room for pain. I share how reading and driving over a bridge to meet Charlamagne tha God, sparked my escape. He said j...
In this episode, I unravel the storm of 2017, starting with my son’s birth by C-section, a fragile three pounds, fighting in the NICU until he passed at home in May. By July, pregnant again, I buried my shame and rage, questioning God, terrified of losing another. Bed rest and weekly shots marked my anxious days, but an ex-husband’s insistence led to a reckless Thanksgiving night, forcing an emergency C-section less than ten months later, chaotic and risky. She arrived to “Here Comes the Sun,...
In this deeply personal episode, I bare the unseen battle of birthing twins in a tub at home, a secret I’ve carried in silence. Discovering my pregnancy with lifeless twins after a quiet ultrasound, I hid my grief while bartending, pacing through labor until delivering them, and fainting from blood loss. The weight of losing Infinite and Divine crushed me, yet I showed up daily, masking my pain. Through tears, I reflect on , feeling like a failure despite my body’s strength. No more try...
In this episode, I wrestle with the parts of me no one sees the silent struggle of no motivation and paralysis when faced with choice. Rooted in past trauma, I’ve lived in survival mode, moving only when the fire’s under me, but I’m tired of the chaos. Through tears, I unpack how my mother’s roots and ex-husband’s control shaped this freeze, pushing me to reclaim my voice. I reflect on rare days with my kids, fighting to show up as myself, not a perfect mom. There’s no easy fix, just the mess...
Today I pour into myself, choosing subtraction by addition, letting go of the parts that crave attention from those who overlook me, and finding strength in my own worth. Join me as I unravel the pain of chasing unavailable love, confront my role in my own hurt, and learn to choose myself over fleeting connections. Watching him carry two water glasses, neither for me, stung deeply. I saw him choose others, sweet and considerate, while I stood waiting, complicit in a game I’m losing. I’m jealo...
I’m at war with myself, holding onto a life that doesn’t satisfy, where shame and anxiety grow when I ignore what I know. My therapist’s words bring back a rainy drive with my dad, when he taught me to keep driving through the storm, not to stop. That lesson guides me now as I face the familiar pain I’ve called safe, the parts of me that thrived in chaos but can’t follow me into the peace I’m chasing. Today I choose to love myself through the storm, embracing my wins, losses, hurts, and joys,...
On Father’s Day I reflect on the father who raised me, the father I lost, and the daughter I shield from my truth. Join me as I navigate family lore, betrayal, and the silence I’m learning to break. For 26 years I believed my father was a man named Gus. My grandmother swore I looked just like his sister, my aunt. But at 26 my mother revealed the truth. My father was Dino, a man tied to my family’s history in ways I never imagined. His sister, who I called grandma, helped raise me. His daughte...
In this tender episode of I’m Talkin to You, I’m Talkin to Me Too, I share a day drawn to the water, where a walk with a sandwich and a chocolate cookie sparked deep reflections. Seeing a young mom with her one-year-old, I was transported back to my days as a teenage mom at 17, unsure but determined to raise my son right. Despite fears of not being enough, I always believed in his greatness shining through with his 3.7 GPA in honors classes. Playing a mantra by the lake that once soothed my p...
In this raw and powerful episode of I’m Talkin to You, I’m Talkin to Me Too, I confront the pain of staying silent after surviving abuse. Triggered by a courtroom moment with my ex-husband, I revisit the night I went numb, wrestling with whether to scream, fight, or protect my kids from the truth. Choosing silence to shield them, I ran, sacrificing my voice for their sake. Now, years later, I’m haunted by regret for not pursuing justice, as he builds a new life while I carry the weight of his...
In this heartfelt episode of I’m Talkin to You, I’m Talkin to Me Too, I unpack why the thrill of dating has faded into a daunting task. As a single mom of three, the effort of getting ready, hours on hair, makeup, and travel, feels like another job, piled onto work and parenting. Anxiety creeps in as I juggle tasks, sacrificing time and energy for a date that doesn’t spark joy. I reflect on a meaningful connection with a friend turned partner, where emotional maturity led to a tough but hones...
In this episode of I’m Talkin to You, I’m Talkin to Me Too, I confront the shame of neglecting myself when my kids are away. I preach to them about eating fruit and drinking water, yet I’m sipping from their half-empty bottles and surviving on a half-can of Alani. Fired from my job, I’m juggling applications, resumes, and schedules, overwhelmed but oddly calm, staring at an empty fridge and a life in flux. Divorced, battling in court, and raising three kids, I’m tired of “figuring it out.” I ...
In this raw and emotional episode of I’m Talkin to You, I’m Talkin to Me Too, I dive into a haunting memory that still lingers: the night my sister caught my ex staring through my bedroom window, fixated on me, unaware of her presence. It’s a story of unease, uncertainty, and the fear that followed, as I lay awake wondering what he saw, what he knew, and what might come next. This moment opens the door to deeper reflections on my marriage—living in separate rooms under one roof, t...
In this raw and heartfelt episode, I dive into the whirlwind of a connection that lit up my world with late-night laughs, quiet glances, and unexpected gestures—like a smoothie sent to brighten a tough day. But beneath the joy, I wrestle with confusion and anger as his sudden disappearances mirror the all-too-familiar absences of my mother. I unpack how her inconsistent presence, like branches on a tree, shapes my choices and leaves me guarding my heart. With unfiltered honesty, humor, and a ...
In this raw episode, I dive into the tangled branches of a tree rooted in my mother’s wounds. I opened my heart to someone new,a chance meeting that sparked laughter, late-night talks, and a night that felt like a fresh start. We texted, FaceTimed, and fell asleep on the phone, bridging the distance between us. I told him I liked him, but his unavailability echoed the patterns I’ve known too well: the same tree, another branch. When he returned to Chicago, we shared moments of joy—dinne...
In this raw and emotional episode, I confront the struggle of masking my anger, sadness, and overwhelm from my kids, who see it all despite my efforts to hide. , a call hit me hard: my brother was sentenced to four years. Chicago’s hidden struggles, beyond its skyline, have torn my siblings apart—one in jail, another barely getting by, my sister in the services to escape, and me, a teenage mom at 17, shaped by its weight. I miss the days we’d laugh over The Temptations, joking as Otis or Blue...
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