At the very beginning of ’s new album, a crackling, ever-so-slightly eerie voice emerges from the silence to intone: “You’ve become an angel in human form—does it make sense when you put it that way?” The voice does not belong to the musician herself, it turns out, but to a therapist an 11-year-old Hawke was taken to see while dealing with bouts of depression. “It was this kind of psychic spiritual doctor,” says Hawke over Zoom one morning from Atlanta, where she’s currently filming the next (and final) season of . After she discovered a recording of one of those therapy sessions on her mother Uma Thurman’s computer, it became the start of a thread that eventually unspooled into an entire album.

“I couldn’t this person told me I was an angel in human form as a kid,” she says, breaking out into laughter. “That’s so much pressure!” Hawke, far from her troubled 11-year-old self, is as sunny as the springtime Georgia weather, buzzing with a gentle star power that somehow radiates through the computer screen. As she explains, though, this disposition is one that she only achieved through a long process of self-discovery—much of which is charted on the record.

It included a stint crashing with her brother at college after worrying that diving headfirst into her career had made her miss out on the golden days of youth, as well as some serious self-scrutiny about how she’s conducted herself in past relationships. The main through line, though, is the.