This one’s not for laughs. Not for headlines. Not even for the algorithm.

It’s for the ones who’ve been wondering — where I went, what broke, and how I found my way back.

There’s no cohost this time. No script. No cutaways. Just me. The voice that stayed — through the drinking, the silence, the Colorado collapse, the seizures, the stillness. Through all of it.

And yeah… Suzie’s here too. She always is.

From ghost stories to guardian work, from grief to growth, from The Pool House to this — consider this the first real episode in a long, long time.

And if it’s quiet… that’s because healing doesn’t always shout. Sometimes it just sits with you until you’re ready.

Welcome to TSN: After Hours.