Some shows don’t just entertain—they imprint. These five series didn’t just pass time, they changed me. From redefining justice to teaching me the cost of revenge, these comfort shows have been on repeat for years. And if I could experience them for the first time all over again… I would, in a heartbeat.

It’s been weeks since I finished Dexter—and I’m still angry. Not because it was bad, but because it was tragic in the quietest, most haunting way. Dexter didn’t vanish to protect the people he loved. He vanished because he couldn’t forgive himself. This post dives into the heartbreak of the finale, his relationship with Hannah, and why exile was never survival—it was punishment.