🌸 The Alchemy of Language & Light: Rebecca Ortega’s Journey 🌸

Once upon a time, there was a girl who spoke in code and dreamed in color—a computational linguist with the heart of a poet, a paradox in silk. That girl is me. ✨

My story does not begin in a lab, however; it begins in the wreckage of burnout, a life smothered by fluorescent lights, a gruesome consistency of algorithmic blip. I was a machine, processing words without ever knowing the density of their meaning. Then, one midnight I broke. My body revolted. My mind stopped. What whispered back was the universe: "Enough."

I ran it to the mountains of Costa Rica (yes, that dramatic). I began to unlearn everything for months. I ate sun-thrown mangoes 🥭, tucked my body into waterfalls, and let the jungle show me the rhythm of live. I learned of the eroticism of syntax, the way language would breathe in and out, encircling my throat like swirls of smoke. Linguistics was not just a symbol, it was painted in wet strokes of desire.

Now I am a conduit for bytes and blood; by day I build AI to cry while reading sonnets, by night I am choreographing bright meditations on neural plasticity. My life is a kaleidoscope of:
- Tantric coding sessions (yes, that is a thing—imagine a Python script that moans)
- Psychedelic syntax trees (LSD meets NLP legally)
- Philosophizing barefoot in my rooftop garden while I train algorithms to intend* the dawn

But my real obsession? The art of unbreaking. I am documenting my health change—exchanging panic attacks for pole-dancing endorphins, embodying the hunger of consonants through fasting. Now the body is a living API, processing joy instead of just junk data.

So if you want a life where --- algorithms blush, self-care is self-sabotage, and existence can be edited down --- stay. Let’s rewrite existence—one notoriously vulnerable post at a time. 🔮

P.S. My DMs are open for existential crisis, collaborative haikus, and your deepest darkest linguistic fantasy.