Mid-2024 and 2025 have been my personal tsunami crush. Life smashed me into tiny pieces, and now I’m just trying to swim good (thanks, Frank Ocean — without your talent, I’d already be in hell).
I’ve spent most of my life living in my head: overthinking, overanalyzing, theorizing about love, money, self-worth, and everything in between. I charge forward like an Aries sun, crave depth and intensity like a Scorpio rising, and observe it all with the detached curiosity of an Aquarius moon. Translation? Chaos with a philosophical soundtrack. Add a Saturn return to the mix — that infamous cosmic boot camp where life strips you down and forces the lesson and suddenly everything cracks open at once. Comfort was never part of the syllabus.
That’s where therapy came in. Expensive, humbling, occasionally hilarious therapy. Each session costs me 70 euros, so instead of hoarding the wisdom, I decided to recycle it. I suffer, I pay, and you get the summary notes for free. You’re welcome.
This mixtape was born there — in the mess. X tracks. X lessons. Each one a moment of revelation, a vulnerable snapshot of learning how to notice patterns, trust intuition, loosen old wounds, and reclaim personal power. My biggest one? Rejection. That shadow that followed me for years is finally starting to lose its grip, one session at a time. And that feels huge.
This isn’t a how-to guide. It’s not enlightenment packaged neatly with a bow. It’s a map of my personal chaos. A journal of vulnerability. A manual for laughing at yourself while you figure things out. Because the truth is, we’re more alike than we pretend: messy, flawed, self-sabotaging in familiar ways. Same themes, different actors.
So here’s the invitation: listen, read, reflect. Laugh, dance, maybe cry a little. Let this mixtape be a companion on your own journey. Remember, your body knows. Your heart knows. Your mind is clever, but your inner compass? That’s the real genius.
Welcome to my therapy mixtape.
Press play. Let’s swim.
Album Credits
Title: Therapy Mixtape
Artist: Aurélie Mboule
All tracks written by: Sleepless nights, heartbreaks, fucked up situationships, Saturn returns, and one overactive Aquarius Moon (i.e : overanalysing)
Produced by: Life itself : messy, relentless, and oddly poetic
Executive Producer: My higher self (she was late but she showed up)
Mixed & Mastered by: Therapy, long walks, and playlists on repeat
Vocals: My inner child (sometimes screaming, sometimes singing)
Featuring: Ex-lovers, rejection wounds, infidelity, unpretty mirrors, body wisdom, and money lessons that refused to quit
Special Thanks To: My therapist (a goddess), Astrology (for making me feel less crazy), my girlfriends (for insisting I’m beautiful even when I didn’t believe it), my kids (beautiful mirrors) and music (for being the language my heart understands before my head does.) Recorded at: Every city and shoulder I cried on, every room I laughed in, every place I finally chose myself — mostly in my shower and bed, when I was too tired to give a f*ck.
