I STARTED A NEW SHOW AND NOW I'M CRYING IN PUBLIC

When I launched MAKE IT WEIRD, I thought I was just creating a place where people could call in, get uncomfortable, and maybe share a weird story about their ex, their alien abduction, or their strange obsession with air fryers. What I didn’t expect was to meet some of the most badass, raw, wise, and beautifully broken people on the planet—in the first damn seven episodes.

Let me be clear: I’m not a therapist. I’m not even emotionally available on most days. But something about throwing my number on the screen and saying, “Let’s get weird” seems to unlock some cosmic hotline to vulnerability.

I've talked to people grieving parents, battling addiction, questioning everything, or just figuring out how to stay human in a world built for chaos. We've laughed. I’ve cried (shut up). And I’ve been repeatedly humbled by how deep people are willing to go with a total stranger—live and unscripted.

Hosting this show has become my new obsession. So far it’s emotional gut punches, awkward silences, and me going, “Wait, why am I crying?"

And here’s the kicker—I freaking love it.

I’ve learned more in seven shows than I have from years of pretending to read self-help books. Turns out, the best therapy is listening to strangers open their hearts and then realizing, “Oh crap, me too.”

So here I am, addicted.To connection.To raw conversations.To the weird magic that happens when people stop bullshitting and just be real.

If this is what seven episodes feels like, I’m scared (in the best way) to see what the next seventy bring. Buckle up, weirdos. I'm not stopping.

And if you haven’t tuned in yet, what the hell are you doing with your life?

Come get weird with me. You just might feel something.
(Just…keep tissues nearby. For me. Not you. Definitely for me.)