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Unbreakable Heart
Bio
Words. Pen and paper - keys and fingers. Freely flowing, never-ending.
Words. Lips and air - voice and vibration. Never flowing, ever suspending.
Through my pen I tell. The paper carries my voice.
Soundless and unheard - untold stories unfold.
Stories (13/0)
From Me, Myself, and I
Have you ever noticed that many people use the words Me, Myself, and I much more than You, Yourself, and Your? I recently discovered that in myself. When analyzing my writing, especially emails to others, the pattern became clear to me. What did this say about my character? Was I self-obsessed?
By Unbreakable Heart2 days ago in Psyche
The Apartment of Inefficiency
This is a story of the Apartment of Inefficiency and its Cross-Contamination Fridge. The Apartment of Inefficiency is a place where time and energy have little value, where nothing seems to produce the intended or desired effect. In said apartment, you’ll find the Cross-Contamination Fridge, among many other useless objects. Quite ironically, the owner of the Apartment of Inefficiency is known by people as “the Food Police”. He’s the one in charge, the one who decides what happens, how it happens, and to what level of inefficiency. His home he shares with his companion: The Never Hungry, Always Tired.
By Unbreakable Heart8 days ago in Fiction
The AI Dilemma in the World of Writing
Recently, I published an open letter to Vocal to voice my frustrations about my experiences with the platform over the past months. To sum it up: Almost all my stories were flagged as AI-generated content or as "not complying with quality guidelines". Each time my story was not approved, I contacted Support to explain what had happened. Some emails and hours to days later, someone at Support would publish my story manually. However, the problem kept repeating itself without any improvement. After yet another story was not approved, I decided to write my open letter to Vocal, which I also shared with Support. In the letter, I said I was leaving Vocal. But, as you can see, I am still here. So what happened?
By Unbreakable Heart23 days ago in 01
How My Life Turned Around During a Night in an Irish Pub
Up to the year 2024, I had always struggled with being myself. I didn’t think I could ever fully be me. It’s not that I didn’t try but it somehow never seemed to work out. But this year is my year of change. Right around New Year’s I made the choice: To overcome my fear of being me. This decision has led to the most profound growth I’ve ever experienced in my life — these past 30 years. It has been the most challenging but also the most rewarding. The hardest, but also the most worthwhile. I’ve gotten to know myself in ways I never thought I would. It’s confusing and uncertain but at the same time exciting. I’ve had to let go of a lot in the past months. Some of those things have required a lot of courage. There are days when I feel completely lost, without any direction or sense of belonging. Unsettled, like a home built without a foundation. Other days, I think I’ve reached my goal until I run into an unexpected obstacle that causes me to fall back or that reveals another challenge that I need to work on. However, overall I’m thrilled with the results of the work I’ve put in the past months.
By Unbreakable Heartabout a month ago in Psyche
An Open Letter to Vocal
After only a few months, I am leaving Vocal. When I first started out I was excited. Vocal looked like such a promising, creative platform where any writer would be welcome. It took very little time to find out that the reality is different. The platform has failed to offer me as a new writer what I need: A welcoming, open-minded space for new writers where they can freely explore and are encouraged to be creative. What I found instead, was deeply disappointing. I put a lot of effort into everything that I write. I try to be open, honest, original, and I like to derive from the mainstream. At first glance, it looks like that's what Vocal strives for. But once you get to know the platform a bit better, you start discovering the ugly reality that hides behind a pretty facade.
By Unbreakable Heartabout a month ago in Confessions
On Pride and Prejudice in the Medical World
2:30pm, a public hospital emergency ward. The parking lot is full, as usual, just like the emergency room itself. As the receptionist spots us, her hand immediately reaches for the box with surgical masks. Before we can say anything, we put the mandatory masks on our faces. Important, when you’re dealing with an emergency. After explaining our case, we’re told to take a seat in the waiting room, the one with the old wooden chairs, slightly crooked and kind of fitting in an already uncomfortable situation. I stare at the words on the floor, “espere seu turno”, as the hours pass by. I analyse the colour system on the wall that determines the level of urgency and the accompanying waiting time. I wonder which colour they assigned me.
By Unbreakable Heartabout a month ago in Longevity
How My Life’s Purpose to Have an Unbreakable Heart Left Me Broken in Life
Ever noticed how people who are afraid of having their heart broken often end up feeling broken? Until recently, that was the case for me anyway. I was always striving to have an unbreakable heart — but never quite succeeded. What did it mean for me to “have an unbreakable heart”? For one, it meant that I was always trying to protect my heart from everything and everyone. I thought I could achieve that by not letting anything or anyone in. You’ve probably heard about the concept of “building walls around your heart”. That’s what I was doing. I built high, wide, fortified walls around my heart — walls that would even make the Great Wall of China look small.
By Unbreakable Heart2 months ago in Psyche
Letter to My Childhood Self
Dear little one, I have so much to say to you that I don’t know where to begin. Much was left unsaid. Too much. So many thoughts, feelings, and emotions never found a voice; were never expressed — not in words, not in laughter, not in tears, nor in any other form. You always kept them to yourself, dear one. You never gave them a face, a name. There they stayed with you, you and you alone.
By Unbreakable Heart2 months ago in Journal