During my divorce, I didn't just pour my soul into a journal—I painted, wrote poems, and even full-on songs. Then I went rogue and set out to produce them myself, recording at the illustrious "Studio RAV4" (yes, my car). With a liberal sprinkling of Auto-Tune, a pair of patient sound engineers, and a questionable sense of ambition, I succeeded. Think of it as an emotional breakdown you can now enjoy in musical form.