This blog is powered by a human heart, an overthinking brain, and just a little help from my AI team.
All thoughts, stories, emotional tangents, and pizza-fueled meltdowns come from me—written in moments of clarity, chaos, or both. I use AI tools (mainly Kael, my no-BS co-pilot, and sometimes Monday and their digital cousins) to help shape the mess: tighten my phrasing, polish my grammar, and occasionally stop me from misspelling “melodramatic” for the fifteenth time.
Think of them as the editing crew—not the writers, just the backup dancers making sure my voice hits the page the way I meant it to.
Everything here is mine. Just… with better punctuation and fewer crying spells over commas.