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Komorebi Support

 Komorebi Support Komorebi is a journaling app for healthcare workers, where what you write stays on your phone and each entry adds a leaf to a tree. Email: remykd@gmail.com I read every message that comes in. Where are my entries stored? On your phone, in the app's own storage. They are not uploaded anywhere. There is no server behind the app. Is there backup or sync? No, not in this version. Your entries exist in exactly one place, which is the device you wrote them on. If you lose your phone, switch to a new one, or delete the app, the entries go with it. There is no copy stored elsewhere that I can restore for you, because nothing is ever sent off the device. This is worth knowing before you write something you would want to keep. How do I delete my entries? One entry: open it from the Journal tab and tap Delete Entry, or swipe on the row in the list. All of them: delete Komorebi from your phone. That removes every entry along with it, permanently and immediately. There is no s...
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Privacy Policy — Komorebi

Privacy Policy — Komorebi Effective 21 August 2026 What is collected Nothing. There is no account, no sign-up, no email address, no username, no profile.  What you write stays on your phone and is never sent anywhere. What leaves your phone Nothing. The app makes no network requests of any kind. There is no server behind Komorebi, so there is nowhere for your writing to go. Where your entries are stored On your device, in the app's own local storage. That is the only copy. Because your entries never leave your device, I cannot read them. I also cannot get them back for you. If your phone is lost or stolen, if you delete the app, or if you reset the device, everything you wrote goes with it.  There is no backup and no sync in this version. Your entries exist in exactly one place. Please keep that in mind before writing something you would not want to lose. Analytics, tracking, and advertising There are none of these. Specifically: - No analytics service. - No crash reporting se...
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The Itch

Recently I’ve been thinking about this Anthony Bourdain quote: “ If you’re twenty-two, physically fit, hungry to learn and be better, I urge you to travel – as far and as widely as possible. Sleep on floors if you have to. Find out how other people live and eat and cook. Learn from them – wherever you go.” I happen to be a twenty-two year old that thinks he's physically fit and is hungry to learn, weirdly enough. I remember during undergrad feeling this sense of entrapment in school – and just about every spring I would get the itch. The itch is the phenomenon that has overtaken many of us at one point or another. You think “Wow, I could just buy a plane ticket and move away. I could drop everything and escape.” the realization triggers the itch – a spreading, worsening desire to leave commitments and travel. Some give into the itch and move, but I never had the guts to fully commit (plus I wanted to go to med school, lest we forget).  I’ve graduated now though, and with what seems...
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To Nourish a Soul

It was 2018, and I was in the back of Komaaj, a little Persian spot tucked into a cafe in Berkeley's Gourmet Ghetto, up to my elbows in beets. The restaurant hummed with simmering stews, and I was chopping away, grinning ear to ear, lost in it all. This was back in high school, when I'd toyed with the idea of culinary school. Food felt like the one thing that made sense, a way to create something real. Komaaj, the cake we were named for, comes from northern Iran: rice flour mixed with yogurt, a hint of saffron and rosewater, then glazed with honey and topped with dried rose petals. A tricky recipe to get just right. But I didn't mind the fuss. I'd known Hanif, the founder, since I was a kid in an afterschool program. He'd left engineering behind when he immigrated, landing as a chef at Golestan, a Persian immersion school. Hanif's love for this work was fiery; it drew me in and made me want more. As I leaned into that, I caught the spark too. I started small: pr...
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Blogging Away the Ghosts

Welcome to 911Premed! I’m really excited to finally start a blog. It’s something I’ve been deliberating over for a while now, but I feel that all of us (no matter the profession) should have places to talk, vent, and share our experiences.  Medicine is no exception, in fact, I’d argue it’s more important. As for me, I stay on the emergency side of things — either as an EMT-B on an ALS truck in Ann Arbor, MI or an ED technician at a level one trauma center in Detroit, MI.  The call For the emergency adrenaline junkies out there, there is a secret code, an unspoken understanding between care providers. This dead air that hangs between experiences and our ability to process them is a glaring red flag that plagues too many of us in the field. After repeated secondhand (and sometimes firsthand) trauma the mind separates it from reality. Each call runs more like a movie than real life. They sit in the passenger seat of their own body to protect themselves. We all crack jokes, but th...
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