Okay, so here's the thing—

When this podcast started, I tried to whisper like grief wore a turtleneck. But that's not me. I'm a hospital worker who sings Moana to sick kids and ugly-cries to WrestleMania replays. This podcast? It's not curated. It's not scholarly. It's me trying not to explode—one story at a time.

And this one?
This one's for anyone who's ever laid in bed and heard their own guilt out loud—like a heartbeat. Like a memory. Like a warning.

Tonight, I read The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe (with a cameo from a well-timed thunderstorm).

It's what happens when Catholic guilt mainlines espresso and starts monologuing with a God complex.

We talk allegory, heartbeats, Finch, Randy Savage, and how, honestly, I think the work printers might be the real villain.

So—
Tighten your ribbon.
Stay curious.
Stay heroic.
And remember: even Poe had panic attacks.
Especially Poe.