This season is the soft launch of my inner chaos. Think: storytelling, rants, brain dumps, and late-night thoughts that should probably stay in drafts—but don’t. It’s casual, a little messy, and recorded from the comfort of my room in pajamas. No guests (yet), no scripts, just a space to laugh, decompress, and feel a little less alone in the madness.

Every episode is like a voice note from a friend who's slightly unhinged—but self-aware.

Because sometimes, it gets worse… and that’s okay.