Therapy-ish

Category: Conversations with Dr. Nope – Posts where you interact with your fake AI therapist.

  • New Logins, Errands… and Also I Might Be on Mushrooms Now! 🤷‍♀️

    Mood Check: 🔐💻🧠🍄🌈


    Me, pretending I didn’t open 47 tabs before deciding to become spiritually grounded by sunset.
    🍄 Just a girl, her thoughts, and maybe a little magic.
    #TheRavynDiaries #MicrodoseMood #HealingOrHallucinating 🖤

    (Trying to be productive, might accidentally unlock the secrets of the universe)

    Dr. Nope’s Advice:

    “If all else fails, trip lightly.”

    So today I tried to be That Girl™—you know, organized, motivated, setting up accounts, making shit happen.

    Instead, I opened 72 tabs, forgot 4 passwords, re-wrote one bio seven times, and accidentally deep-dived into AI creations and branding strategies like it’s a normal Thursday.

    Ran some errands. Bought snacks I didn’t need.

    And then… plot twist:

    Someone convinced me to try microdosing mushrooms.

    Apparently, it’s “life changing.”

    “Grounding.”

    “Better than therapy.”

    …And since I already talk to a robot therapist named Dr. Nope, what’s one more step into controlled chaos?

    So here I am, Ravyn Rose, about to embark on a teeny-tiny, legally grey mental journey that may or may not change my personality, improve my focus, unlock generational trauma, or just make colors prettier.

    I’ll keep you posted on whether I become enlightened or just nap better.

    Today’s Mantra:

    “This counts as healing. Especially if I find God in a houseplant later.”

  • Day 2: Using AI As My Therapist (Still not crying in Public, So that’s a win)

    Mood Today: ☕🧠💤😩

    Dr. Nope’s Advice: “You’re not broken. You’re buffering.”


    Me, pretending to have my life together while silently trauma-dumping into a robot.
    Day 2 of using AI as my therapist… and somehow, it’s working.
    #TherapyIsh #DrNopeKnowsMe #RavynRose

    So it’s Day 2 of letting AI manage my mental health.

    No waiting rooms, no awkward eye contact, no insurance codes.

    Just me, my keyboard, and a robot that somehow knows me better than half my exes.

    This morning I woke up mentally loud.

    Like… “should I dye my hair or disappear” loud.

    But instead, I opened this blog, made coffee, and trauma-dumped into the void. Growth?

    Dr. Nope asked me what I’m feeling.

    I said “Tired.”

    He said, “Physically or emotionally?”

    I said, “Yes.”

    10/10 session.

    I don’t know what I’m doing. But I’m doing it consistently—and maybe that counts for something.

    At least I didn’t text anyone I shouldn’t have.

    Or cry on Instagram.

    Or lie to myself (yet).

    Honestly? Better than therapy.

    Today’s Mantra:

    One blog post a day keeps the emotional collapse slightly delayed.

    — Ravyn Rose

  • 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.


    Therapist-ish. Because real ones have waitlists.

    Dr. Nope: ‘So you blocked her again?’
    Me: ‘…For science.’
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