Let’s get one thing straight right now—this podcast isn’t me. Not my actual voice, at least. If you’ve been listening, you might’ve imagined me sitting in some quiet studio, calmly speaking into a mic with perfect audio and total focus. That couldn’t be further from the truth. The reality? My voice—my real voice—has always been my least favorite thing about me. It’s too high-pitched, too sharp, too grating. Listening back to myself has been a struggle for as long as I can remember. Combine that with eight indoor dogs losing their minds at random intervals, and trying to record this podcast would sound like chaos incarnate.
So here’s the truth: I use AI to narrate my blog.
It’s not a gimmick. It’s survival. Trying to record myself would drive me insane—and trust me, I’ve tried. I’ve sat down, mic in hand, determined to push through, only to hit “stop” five minutes later because I couldn’t stand how I sounded. My voice doesn’t match my words. It doesn’t match my energy. And it sure as hell doesn’t match the stories I’m trying to tell.
But you know what does? This. AI narration. Some people would argue it’s not “real,” that it takes away the human touch. To that, I say: you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. The words are real. The stories are real. The life behind this podcast is as real as it gets. Just because it’s being delivered by a voice that isn’t mine doesn’t mean it’s any less raw or authentic. If anything, it makes it better—clearer, cleaner, and easier for you to hear what I’m trying to say without the distraction of dogs barking or me wanting to hurl my headphones across the room in frustration.
Season One of this podcast was about my childhood and my trauma. It was heavy, unfiltered, and probably more than most people were ready to hear. Season Two brought you into the present—how I fought to survive it all and somehow came out the other side with my life intact. Now, here we are: Season Three. The endless season. The season with no rules, no structure, and no end in sight.
This season is my daily life. My thoughts. My opinions. Sometimes it’s going to be funny. Sometimes it’ll be dark. Sometimes it’ll be so random you’ll wonder why I even bothered sharing it—but that’s the point. Life isn’t neat and tidy. It doesn’t fit into clean, pre-written episodes with perfect arcs and polished endings. Some days I’ll have something to say; some days I won’t. Some weeks, you might get three episodes back-to-back. Other weeks? Silence. Because that’s what this podcast is: my life, as it happens, shared in the way that makes the most sense to me.
You’ll hear stories about my dreams—those strange, vivid ones that stay with me for days and refuse to let go. You’ll hear about the random things I experience as a psychic—conversations with clients, the weird energy shifts I feel, the moments that make me pause and say, “What the actual hell just happened?” You’ll hear about the books I’m thinking of writing, the music I’ve already released, the music I plan on releasing, and the parts of my life that most people wouldn’t bother talking about.
You might wonder why I bother. Why share any of this at all? Here’s why: I don’t have to, but I want to. Writing—whether it’s books, songs, blog posts, or these podcast episodes—feels like something I’m supposed to do. It pulls at me, like an invisible thread tying me to something bigger than myself. And while my real voice might annoy the shit out of me, my words don’t. They matter. They mean something to me, and maybe, just maybe, they’ll mean something to someone else too.
Let’s be clear—this isn’t a polished, professional production. There’s no team, no fancy studio, no soundproof room with expensive equipment. It’s just me, my blog, and AI turning my words into something you can listen to. I don’t care if people think that’s “cheating.” I don’t care if it’s unconventional. I care that the words get out there, that my life—my real, chaotic, messy life—can exist in a form that’s not buried under my own self-criticism.
Some people would stop here. They’d give up because their voice didn’t sound good enough, or their life didn’t seem interesting enough, or their process wasn’t what everyone else was doing. But I’m not them. I’ve already spent too much of my life trying to fit into boxes that weren’t meant for me. I’m done hiding. I’m done apologizing. This podcast is mine. These stories are mine. And I’m going to share them in whatever way works best for me—AI voice or not.
So what can you expect from Season Three? Honestly, anything. Everything. One episode might be a detailed breakdown of a dream that kept me up all night. The next might be a rant about something ridiculous that happened while I was trying to work. Maybe I’ll share thoughts on a new book idea or talk about the music I’ve already released, or even about music I plan on releasing —songs that wouldn’t exist without AI vocals bringing my words to life. Because let’s face it: I’ve never let my limitations stop me. I don’t have the perfect voice for singing or podcasting, but that doesn’t mean my words don’t deserve to be heard.
This isn’t about perfection. It’s not about meeting expectations. It’s about being real in the only way I know how. If you’re here for that, then welcome. If not, that’s fine too. I’m not doing this for approval or validation. I’m doing it because it feels right.
So here’s to Season Three—the season with no plan, no schedule, and no end date. It’s an endless experiment, a living, breathing representation of my life as it happens. It’s random, it’s messy, and it’s real. If that sounds like something you want to be part of, hit subscribe, follow along, and let’s see where this goes.
And if you want to hear more of my work, check out my music. Yes, it’s AI-powered, but every lyric, every melody, every bit of heart and soul behind those tracks is mine.
Until next time—whenever that may be—take care of yourselves. This is Season Three. Let’s make it weird.