How can we go back to our old self?

Today, I got up thinking about how our journal entries have transitioned from something to something.

I joined World Pulse at a time when writing felt raw.

We did not always have the perfect grammar. We struggled to form complete journal entries. Sometimes we rewrote a paragraph five times before clicking publish. Many times, we researched a word on google to be sure we are using the right words for the sentence. But every word carried our genuine finger and heart prints. You could feel the hesitation. We summoned the courage to type every word. We brought out our vulnerability through our every word. Our humanity could be seen clearly as we published our entries. We wrote from our hearts, from lived experience, from pain that had not yet found polished language.

Today, the landscape is different for most, if not all of us. Artificial intelligence is everywhere. It actually helps, ease and supports our thought and writing process by correcting grammar, structure and refining tone. That in itself is not a problem. These are powerful tools that empowers us as storytellers.

Let's face it, something else is also happening. Journal entries are starting to sound alike. We can see perfection in every piece as entries are smoothly structured, perfectly polished and highly impressive. Do I need to explain how these perfections have become distant to our emotions and realities? The cracks that once humanized these writings are gradually disappearing. Needless to say, we cannot even find the pauses that fed us. The trembling honesty that once defined survivor storytelling is being replaced by language that feels more rehearsed than usual.

Since every post is beginning to sound thesame, we are beginning to lose voice, lose texture and the unpolished rhythm or real-life experiences. I believe that survivor storytelling was never meant to be robotic. It was meant to be messy, brave, personal and all. What is we all stick to the grammatically imperfect stories that were emotionally exact? Well, let's think about it.

The question now is, how do we reclaim the old. Maybe we begin by reminding ourselves that clarity is more important than perfection. That vulnerability is stronger than eloquence and that lived experience does not need to sound academic to be powerful. Maybe platforms can encourage first drafts from the heart before refinement. Maybe we celebrate authenticity more than polished work. Maybe we create spaces where writers are invited to share not just conclusions, but the process, the doubts, the in between.

We are all in this AI business, I am only worried for us all. AI can assist, but it should not replace the storyteller. The world does not need more perfectly arranged sentences. It needs more honest ones. I still believe in the power of a woman sitting with her own thoughts and choosing to write them, imperfectly, bravely, truthfully. That voice, unfiltered and real, is what changed lives on World Pulse.

And it still can.

[Needless to say, I entered this particular draft into AI to help me refine it to this finished piece. This is how deep we are into AI]