I never really set out to “write a book.”
What I felt was more like a pressure — something inside me that needed to be released.
Too many thoughts. Too much depth. Too little structure.
My mind moved faster than my pen.
My words jumped between topics, and I kept losing myself in the intensity of it all.
Then something shifted — I started writing with AI.
At first, it felt strange, almost like I was cheating.
But gradually I saw what was really happening: AI wasn’t replacing my voice, it was helping me hear it.
Helping me slow down, organize, reflect.
That’s how my first two books came to life.
The first one was more analytical — structured, clear, controlled.
But I missed something: my emotion. My personal experience.
The second book was different.
It came closer to my truth.
Less filtered. More raw. More human.
This site — Phoenix Journey — is the natural continuation of those books.
What I started exploring there, I now continue here.
In blog posts. In reflections. In fragments that sometimes hurt and sometimes heal.
What you read here doesn’t stand alone.
It’s part of something deeper — something ongoing.
And for those who feel called, the books are still there.
As an entry point. As an anchor.
As an invitation to walk this road a little further.