My mother was diagnosed with dementia 16 years ago.
Not the forgetting-where-you-put-your-keys kind. The kind that takes a person slowly, piece by piece, until the woman who raised you is still there but somehow unreachable.
I wanted to remember her. Not the version the disease was making her. The real her. The way she laughed. The way she looked at me. The moments we had together before everything changed.
Eight years ago I had an idea. What if you could upload all your data, your photos, your messages, your memories, and something would surface the moments you forgot you had? I called it co.net/ed back then. It never got built. The technology was not ready, or I was not ready, or both.
The idea sat with me for eight years.
Last month I finally built it.
I uploaded my Facebook data to Ori. Photos going back 15 years. And when I searched for my mother, photos came up that I had completely forgotten existed. Her smiling. Real moments. Moments I lived but somehow lost.
I cried. That is the moment I knew this was not just a side project.
That is why Ori exists.
But it is not just for people like me. It is for anyone who has been online for more than five years and wonders who they were back then. What they actually cared about. How they spent their time. The friends they lost touch with. The music that carried them through hard years.
Your data has been building a portrait of your life for 20 years. Nobody ever gave it back to you.
Ori does.
I built this alone in three weeks. I am not a developer by trade. I used AI to help me write most of the code. It is live right now. Free to start. Your data never leaves your account. Ever. No ads. No selling your information.
If you try it I would genuinely love to know what comes up for you.
And if you have been through something similar with a parent or someone you love, I see you. That is why this exists.