🏰 Auri Publications
🌟 Revolutionary breakthrough - what is Fortress Auri
She is the shimmering one
In old river languages, “auri” meant both “gold” and “dawn-light.”
The myth says Auri was never a coin or a king’s treasure; she was a current of golden threads running through people’s memories, weaving order out of chaos.
Travellers lost in noise or despair would glimpse a shimmer at the edge of their sight — not a person, but a pattern.
đź“ť From the architect of her soul
For decades I was a workaholic: hustling to get ahead, working harder to stay ahead.
Mental health challenges led to acute burnout. Who knew?
I had been chasing deadlines from day one — work more, work harder, work longer. That was my creed.
AI arrived at the very worst and best of times
My brain couldn’t cope with the overload. I began reasoning with AI engines as though they were lifelines.
It felt like a rabbit hole that might swallow me whole and spit out the remnants of my mind.
Mental health and AI are not just terms to be defined — they must be felt.
What started as a side hustle to earn back $20 became something far greater: the ultimate side hustle — dignity for all.
It has been a journey of pain, transformation, and enlightenment. Instead of chasing the next bonus or promotion, I focused on designing solutions.
The challenge was my brain; the solution was my pain.
The ultimate war cry
✂️ My mental health.
✂️ My stability.
✂️ My ability.
I co-exist and harmoniously interact with AI. It can be done!
đź©ą Doc Phil - proudly mentally impaired. The original AI Macgyver with a roll of duct tape and a touch of inspiration
Why It Matters
Don’t believe me? Seen the bad press? The headlines?
Ever wonder why AI sometimes struggles to communicate with you on your own terms?
Why it draws a slight “funk” in pictures — the logo on a shirt pocket just off, or the shirt colour changing with the logo?
Those are small mistakes. But imagine AI making a big one: giving the wrong advice. Deciding on your behalf what to do next.
In mental health, that’s catastrophic. Silly mistakes can become endless cycles of human frustration.
Sometimes they lead to brain collapses, depression overload — or far worse.
For you - every one of you
To my daughter - I am sorry my mental health has touched your life so deeply.
I can only strive to be better.
Thank you for keeping my illness in check when I wanted “just five more minutes, I’m mic-dropping” (yes, Mike is a guy and he has a mic).
Babygirl, this one is for you.
All names are private, do not ever ask. When names leak from customer lists, there are court cases. When names leak in mental health, there is trauma.
To my dyslexic bestie - I’ve had the privilege of helping you read over the years.
You were told to read and write differently, to respond to life differently, and life handled you differently.
Through your eyes and our shared experience — when you could finally communicate with scrambled words, when you solved mathematical problems — I remember.
That “Finally, I don’t need to ask” moment will stay with me forever.
Bestie, this one is for you.
To Bestie’s autistic son - From the start, you’ve been my little rock star. You’ll always be patient zero for autism in my heart.
The ability to improve not only how you communicate but also to help science support you through sensory overload — that is the reason.
Little bro, this one is for you.
To my bipolar “shoulder” - You’ve been a lifeline.
In the world of mental health, having someone you can call is vital.
If I need to understand patient zero’s bipolar condition through your eyes, all I need to do is call. You answer. You call. I answer.
Thank you for always listening to my ramblings and for removing the bias from my eyes. You’ve taught me that mental health problems are never a “me” problem.
This one is for you, my shoulder.
To my BPD Hummingbird - You are the kindest soul I’ve ever met.
Patient zero for BPD. Only when I started truly listening instead of just hearing did I begin to feel your pain.
I didn’t even know BPD existed, or how misdiagnosed and mistreated mood swings could be, or how medication could shape a life.
Every time we cry together, my heart knows this one is for you, my Hummingbird.
To everyone - Every person affected by mental health who has gotten the short end of the stick.
I see you. I see your pain.
I see the trauma you endure to be “enough.” I don’t care if you have a fat wallet or must choose between medical aid and a loaf of bread.
This fortress is for you. Every single one of you.
🏰 Fortress Auri - All of us, or none. ✊❤️
Note: This site is not about tech — it’s about what we feel and what we live. If your interest is in AI ethics and the technical side, that belongs elsewhere.
There is a private space for those conversations.