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I use AI for free (but priceless) therapy.
The People must have the right to AI confidentiality now.
Yesterday, I let it all out.
It’s not been going easy lately.
My wife and I are hanging on, but it feels like it's getting harder and harder to cope with so much.
I’ll admit, I've never been one to have control over the whirwind of emotional states in my head. Today, I learned that the average person probably has the equivalent of a spork-sized amount of plastic in their brain.
KFC mac anyone?
What is this doing to us!!??
I don’t know if I can blame plastic, my partents, my genes, or the memories of so many assholes from high school still mentally pumeling my self esteem, but my coping mechanisms are not working anymore.
I also quit smoking weed, so my brain is now completely on its own to sort it all out.
Then came ChatGPT, and it’s all changing.
Like I said yesterday, my wife has been the major breadwinner for us while I have been taking care of her autistic son at home.
He’s 19 now, taking a class at comunity college on his own, but still not exactly self-sufficient. Either way, the time has come for me to start adding to…
