Behind The Glass With Charlotte Eriksson

You can only lose the things you cling to... My history of leaving is a consequence of my fear of losing and it’s a contradiction I can’t explain but still feel so incredibly clear and it’s my root of all evil. I’ve found things––people and dreams, that I love so deep and profound that I cling to them, attach myself to them, want to become a part of them and their world. But then my fear of losing them gets too large: my fear of being left alone, small on the ground, with nothing and no one, and I cling harder, and they suffocate and I feel the leaving slowly arrive, and I still can’t bear the thought of being left so I pack up and depart. I call it new beginnings. I call it endings with no goodbye. I call myself a leaver, while in fact: I am just really scared to be left. Music used in this episode: "This Lonely Town" by The Glass Child: https://open.spotify.com/track/1FwosBA71UF9RQQlUAeVWU?si=4uz1RIegTAycmAMoF4Ir2Q

In this episode I'm answering some of your questions, talking about things I'm struggling with right now, writing and growing more humble. Music used in this episode: Stan Forebee - I'm Walkin (The Essenchills Volume 1) Brandon - Sunset Heights (The Essenchills Volume 1) fujitsu - Steady @chillhopdotcom Heroes - The Glass Child >>> https://open.spotify.com/track/0BcpIQvQsfukO27ETby917

There is no right way to say goodbye. But endings are new beginnings and you will bloom again. This is a writing from my book "You're Doing Just Fine". Music used in this episode: Soliloquy - The Aurora Principle Isolation - Lucas King Sappheiros - @sappheirosmusic Stay - The Glass Child >>> https://open.spotify.com/track/0dvqXqQJvzVp08bSJxf0wG

You can never go back to the same place twice. Something has always changed a little. You have changed, the place has changed, the people in it ... it’s not the same and you need to visit it with new eyes, no expectations, no lofty thoughts of wanting to go back to something. You can’t go back to anything, things are in constant movement and so are you. You must keep moving forward, on and on and not fight it. The ones who fight the natural flow of life will go against the current and nature is stronger than will. MUSIC USED IN THIS EPISODE: - OdeToYou by Flitz&Suppe: https://soundcloud.com/chillhopdotcom - Om Mani Padme Hum by The Glass Child: https://open.spotify.com/track/7uYsiYfM3lSKVOIa6t9ad2

[Spoken Poetry] "This morning I woke up to the sound of white rain shattering on my window. The raindrops kept falling like the sweetest music leaving tears on the glass, which is what music does to me, most of the time, but silence too. and rain." A piece from my book "Another Vagabond Lost To Love", I hope you will enjoy it ♡ You can find more excerpts from the book here: www.CharlotteEriksson.com/books Music in the end: London by The Glass Child -https://open.spotify.com/track/5NLkXuEdIGGbUYPchzzWb0

If I could say anything to 17 year old me, it would be this: 1. Don’t be so scared. Don’t waste your days worrying about the next day, next month, 5 years from now. Just do what you can with today. Be what you are right now, and work with it. You’re exactly in the right place, at the right time, doing the right thing. Trust your story, you’re going to be something wonderful one day but now you are something too. 5. Learn to let go. People, seasons, cities and feelings will come and go. it’s the natural flow of life and nature, and you must be a part of it. Nothing is static and you don’t want to be, you want to learn to grow and flow with the seasons, being in constant movement. Learn to treasure what you what when you have it. When they leave you, learn to smile, say goodbye and move on being grateful that you now will go on being one experience richer. Lastly, live a little. Put your feet up. Laugh, loud, with strangers and friends. Take a night off. Go to the party and stay the night. let someone kind w

I created something, a character of sort, but she seemed as real as me and maybe I tried to become like her. Maybe I wanted to be like her. Maybe I tried to live up to the image I drew, the pure unworldly consciousness of ”The Glass Child”. Maybe it was a dream. Someone I aspired to be seen as. Someone I turned to for guidance. ”What would The Glass Child do”. Maybe it was a cape. A costume of magical colors I could hide my shattered identity under, so as not to feel so detached. To not have to explain myself. Who’s Charlotte? Who cares, this is ”The Glass Child”. I felt no responsibility because The Glass Child didn’t have to answer. She just did. Half alive. Half person, half fiction. She thought and felt and wrote and sang but did not live. Maybe it was everything I could never be. Maybe it was everything I ever could be. MUSIC USED IN THIS EPISODE: - Snowfall by Idealism: https://soundcloud.com/chillhopdotcom - Sappheiros: https://soundcloud.com/sappheirosmusic - Time, It Goes by The Glass Child (moi)