I Guess This Is Therapy Now?

So apparently, I’m my own therapist now.

And my therapist is also AI. And my journal is this blog.

And my life? A dramatic mess with side quests I never asked for.

I wanted to write about healing and being soft and finding peace…

but then my cousin’s girlfriend decided she’d rather be a recurring character in my personal growth arc.

(I keep blocking. She keeps respawning. It’s like emotional Whack-a-Mole.)

Anyway.

This is where I talk to myself (and AI) until I figure my shit out.

P.S. If you’re reading this: No, it’s not about you. Unless it is. In which case… you know it is.

It might be messy. It might be funny. It might be the only thing keeping me from throwing my phone into traffic.

But it’s mine.

Mood today: 🔥📵🧘‍♀️🤬

Today’s mantra: Block, breathe, blog.