I started Guilty Conscience because everyone in this city has a secret they're dying to tell someone who isn't their therapist. You've felt it — the story you almost sent to the group chat, then didn't. The confession that only comes out after two cosmopolitans and a promise that it won't leave the table.

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In a city that's so loud, not just from the taxis, sirens, and subway brakes. Along with the expectations. The dating. The careers. The pressure to always be moving on to the next thing (or person). Somehow, beneath all that noise, everyone in this city is carrying a secret they're dying to share.

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One week, I found myself in what could only be described as an accidental love triangle. A Lawyer, A wrtier, and a New York favorite, the finance bro. I'd leave one guy's apartment on the Upper East Side, hop on the downtown 4 train, and somehow end up face-to-face with the very man I was trying to avoid after a disastrous one-night stand in the East Village, After the third or fourth time, I stopped asking, Why is this happening to me? and started asking, How many other New Yorkers have stories like this?

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How many people are riding the subway next to someone secretly dating their ex? Hooking up with their coworker? Falling in love with their roommate? Sitting across from the person they still think about every Tuesday?

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Go ahead. Look up from your phone.

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Someone on your train is carrying a secret.

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Guilty Conscience is a place for those stories. Not shame. The ones too funny for therapy, too messy for the group chat, and too good to keep to yourself. A place for confession, missed connections, hot takes, bad descions, great descions, and everything in between.