Fuck the Algorithm. I Wrote a Book.

Sometimes I ask myself „Why does it matter to bring Rebelleheart out to the World?“

It is not easy- far away from easy- to publish a book. In the midst of it, I realise that.

It is damn hard!

Not polished, but real!

Life goes on and on: problems in the relationship, stress due to illness, and on top of it all there are things to be done on the website, emails with the cover designer and editor, endless questions, researching how to fucking do this well without even knowing if this enormous investment of time, energy—and partly money too—will ever pay off.

Knowing that around 8,000 books are published on Amazon per day.

Knowing how hard it is these days to truly reach the right audience.

Knowing how much I struggle to make myself visible, to market, to build community.

It exhausts me. All of this wears me down.

And yet, there’s something in me that believes Rebelleheart matters.That it’s important this book appears.

Especially now—especially in a world and time where everything is about perfection. Polished. Straight. Impressive.

People, whatever they do or are experts in, have thousands to millions of followers, standing confidently on stages. It can be hypnotic.

But at the same time, it often feels like you’re watching through glass.

It’s not touchable.

And then there are others.

Nobodies, maybe.

More quiet. Somewhere in the corner.

No spectacle. No show. No entertainment.

And suddenly—unexpectedly—you are touched.

You can’t stop watching, or reading, or just sitting there in wonder.

Because what you feel is Presence, not Performance.

Nobody’s trying to win.

Nobody’s trying to impress.

Just being there.

Just expressing what’s real.

And the beauty doesn’t come from what is shown, but from what is felt.

Nothing needs to be proven—because just being here, fully, is enough.

It’s easy to overlook that in a world obsessed with image—where wearing the right dress or posting the right thing at the right time for maximum applause is what counts.

And that- THAT- is why me the nobody brings out Rebelleheart, raw, unfiltered, unstaged feelings and movements pouring from my being. Why I didn't just wrote a book- unintentionally, all that years ago-, but being determined to publish, one unflinching step at a time.

It serves as a reminder that the most powerful, most beautiful thing I—or you—can offer isn’t perfection.

It’s yourself.

Not the clever version. Not the perfectly set-up version.

But The real one. The breathing one. The unguarded one. The messy one.

Not the admirable experience.

But the one who is lived.