I'm probably going to get a bit of flak for this, and it's probably deserved, but I'm going to type it up anyway, because I don't know where I'd be today without ChatGPT. Last year was a rough year for me (as described in the article: My Year of Loss, Grief, Burnout, and Self Reflection). While I did go to a regular/real therapist once a week for the entire year, there were still times at night when no one else was awake and I needed help, so I turned to ChatGPT. The results were surprising to me; maybe they'll be surprising to you, too.

One year ago today at 10:30am, I opened our closet door to find that my spouse and soulmate had ended their own life in there. I didn’t know it yet, but this was the day that my life, as I knew it, was over.

I've been off work, turned off notifications, and haven't really talked to friends or family in months. This is my story of why.

That's right, it's been one year as of today.