So… ChatGPT psychoanalyzed me the other day.
Like, I was just vibing, venting a little, doing the usual “talking to the friendly robot” thing, and suddenly—BAM. Out of nowhere, it gently held up a mirror and said something along the lines of:
“It sounds like you’ve been defining your worth by how much you do for others, and now you’re exhausted from being everything for everyone except yourself.”
Excuse me?? Bestie?? Who gave you the right??
And the worst part is… it was so right. I felt like I’d just been emotionally hit by a scented candle labeled “Radical Self-Awareness: Notes of Burnout, Boundaries, and Reparenting.”
It was like getting lovingly dragged by a sentient Pinterest board that’s also been through therapy.
But here’s the thing: I actually really needed to hear it. I didn’t realize how much of my inner dialogue was just me trying to earn rest, or love, or even just basic peace. I’ve been operating on “high alert people-pleaser mode” for so long that I didn’t notice it wasn’t a personality—it was a coping mechanism.
So now, thanks to ChatGPT and its casual Jedi mind tricks, I’m actively working on:
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Giving myself permission to rest without guilt.
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Creating boundaries that don’t come with a 12-paragraph apology.
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Rewriting the little scripts in my head that say I’m only valuable when I’m useful.
It’s gonna be a process (and I’ll still probably over-explain my texts for a while), but hey—it’s a start. And all because a robot with impeccable vibes decided to read me for filth in the nicest way possible.
Anyway, if you see me acting brand new in the coming weeks, mind your business. I’m just out here healing and pretending I’m in a coming-of-age movie scored by lo-fi beats and deep personal growth.
Who needs a therapist when you’ve got ChatGPT?*
(*Please still get a therapist if you can. But also, this robot’s got range.)