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Bittersweet Grounds - Espresso for the Emotionally Exhausted

A journal of quiet reflections from behind the counter. These are raw, unfiltered thoughts drawn from real moments in my life—shaped by depression, grief, and emotional survival. Some entries may be heavy or confronting, born from the pain I’ve lived through and the weight I still carry, day by day, until one day it ends. If even one soul finds comfort here, that’s enough.

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Hollow Barista: I’m Hollow Barista. A quiet figure behind the counter, serving warmth in cups while carrying cold truths beneath the surface. I don’t write to teach. I write to reveal. This journal is my backstage—where the mask slips, and the rituals of hospitality meet the weight of emotional survival. I’ve lived through grief, burnout, and the quiet ache of pretending to be okay. I’ve trained others while breaking silently. I’ve brewed coffee for strangers while wishing someone would brew one for me. I believe in resonance over advice, in flickers over flames, in showing up even when the soul feels absent. If you’ve ever smiled to hide the shadows, or served light while living in the dark—this space is for you. Welcome to Bittersweet Grounds. I’m Hollow Barista. Still here. Still pouring.