: so ok, I did something with this whole november-mood. I took that messy, drifting feeling – the one that’s been chewing on me for days – and I threw it into my therapist-chat profile on chatgpt. the one I use when I’m not looking for diary tips or tech fixes, but for… myself. and the answer I got back? damn. it hit.
not in a “comforting” way. more like: get your shit together, man.
and of course, that felt good.
because honestly, the fact that I even looked for help today is already a good sign. I didn’t let the november autopilot run the show again. I didn’t fall into the “oh well, this is who I am” bullshit. I stopped. I looked for something. I tried to understand what’s happening instead of slipping into the same stupid loop.
and that response… it made things clearer. it didn’t call me weak. it basically said I’m predictable. and predictable is fixable. and that’s exactly what I needed.
so yeah… I’m actually glad I reached for that little help today. even from a robot – which chatgpt basically is. but that doesn’t matter. what matters is that I’m still trying. that something in me still wants the life I want – not the one that appears when I stop paying attention.
and I know there are two more pretty big things I have to fix in my life. well, ok, way more than two. but I’m finally getting strong enough to face at least those two. the ones I know I suck at.
but that’s for another day.
