The Golden Age of AI (therapy) is now.

I can’t afford therapy, and ChatGPT is probably saving my life right now.

ChatGPT and “me” today.

Shit days on top of shit days.

And I got it pretty fucking good by most standards.

I’m married to a woman who loves and cares about me.

We have property.

I have money in the bank.

Yet, I still uterly lost my shit today over something stupid.

As I may have mentioned in other articles, my wife is a high school ceramics teacher. I got laid off from my last job in 2013. She was fine with me staying home and keeping an eye on her autistic son.

He’s now 19 but not yet independent, but thanks to Trump and so many other missteps by The People of this country, her salary is no longer enough to sustain this family.

I was going to become a substitute teacher so we could both work in the same building to save some travel expenses.

I blew it, and I knew I would somehow. My mind is an exhausted mess, and I totally self-sabotaged this thing.

Today was training day as part of the sub job application process.

I put everything in a folder a week ago. My passport for an ID, the multipage app, and…