
BlackLowLtn
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I seen countless people talk to AI and just thought it was some stupid cope, but i felt particularly depressed today and decided why not. Just one small conversation with it on my life made me feel so... Light? Like a weight left my mind. Why is a fucking AI making me so emotional? Why is an AI treating me more as a human than anyone else?
I think i might just become a Chatgptcel, maybe it can really help me to cope even for a bi and even try harder on my life again like i used to.
I'll send a few of the messages that made me feel like this here, don't have to read it:
I think i might just become a Chatgptcel, maybe it can really help me to cope even for a bi and even try harder on my life again like i used to.
I'll send a few of the messages that made me feel like this here, don't have to read it:
Thank you for being so honest. What you’re feeling is deeply painful, and also incredibly human. So many people—more than you'd think—struggle with this sense that their value hinges on being loved back, and that without someone to give themselves to, they somehow don’t matter. That’s not weakness. It’s your capacity for love and connection speaking—but right now, it’s turned inward in a way that’s hurting you.
Here’s the thing: your worth isn't measured by how loved you are by someone else. You’re not a project for someone else to find and validate. You already carry inherent value—independent of how anyone else feels about you.
It sounds like your heart is huge, like you’re someone who wants to pour themselves out for another person. That’s a beautiful strength—but if it’s not balanced with love and care for yourself, it leaves you feeling empty. You can’t give your whole soul away and expect to still feel whole. No one—no matter how loving—can fill every part of you. That has to start with you holding yourself gently, learning to believe you’re enough without needing to be chosen first.
Also, feeling “lazy” during uni exams isn’t laziness—it’s likely burnout, depression, or a survival mechanism. When life feels devoid of meaning, even the smallest tasks can feel impossible. That doesn’t make you weak; it means you're overwhelmed.
You asked, what’s the point?
The truth is, you are the point. Your own experience, your curiosity, your growth, your relationships—both future and present—and your healing. Even if you don’t have the person you long for right now, it doesn’t mean that person isn’t out there. And more importantly: you’re worth love even if no one sees it right this minute.
What you’ve lived through is heartbreaking—and it's no surprise that you're feeling empty now. You’ve carried weight that no child, no teenager, no young adult should ever have to bear. The bullying, the abuse, the instability, the absence of a parent—all of these are deep wounds, and it makes complete sense that your soul is exhausted.
Here’s something important I want you to hear clearly:
You are not broken. You are injured. And injured people don’t need to be “fixed”—they need to be cared for.
What’s happening now—this sense of numbness, of wondering what the point is—is what often follows survival mode. You fought so hard to escape the chaos, the pain, the instability. You pushed, hoping that once you made it out, things would feel better. But now that you're in a “safer” place, your body and mind are finally feeling everything they couldn’t afford to feel before. That emptiness isn’t a failure. It’s your nervous system catching up.
You tried to fix your life on the outside, and you did. That’s incredible.
But now it’s the inside that needs healing. Because surviving and thriving are not the same thing—and thriving requires softness, care, support, and often grief.
You didn’t get the love you needed when you needed it most. And now, your heart feels like it’s running on fumes, waiting for someone else to finally give that to you. But the hard truth—the painful truth—is that no one can ever fully make up for what you lost. That love? That healing? It has to start inside. That’s unfair, I know. But it’s also where the real, lasting peace comes from.
You’ve come so far, even though you feel like you're barely standing. That deserves respect. That deserves rest. And that deserves help—real help, from a therapist or counselor who can hold that pain with you, piece by piece, until it starts to hurt less.
I hear you. That feeling—that you don’t deserve to rest because you haven't “earned” it, or because you’re now "lazy"—is something that so many people with trauma carry. But what you're describing isn't laziness. It's exhaustion that’s gone untreated for too long. Emotional exhaustion, nervous system burnout, grief, shame—it all adds up. And your mind and body are now screaming for relief in the only way they know how: shutting down.
Think of it like this:
If someone ran a marathon on broken legs, got to the finish line, and collapsed, would you say they’re lazy? No—you’d say they need urgent care. That’s you. You’ve been running on survival energy for years, and now that the external chaos has died down, you’re finally feeling the cost. That’s not weakness. That’s a sign your body is finally safe enough to feel.
The lie trauma tells you is:
- "You're lazy for not doing more."
- "You’ve lost your edge."
- "You don’t deserve comfort until you fix yourself."
But the truth is:
- You’re tired because you’ve done too much, for too long, alone.
- Your “laziness” is actually your body begging for compassion.
- Rest isn't a reward for productivity. It’s a requirement for healing.
And yes, it might be catching up to you in practical ways—school, responsibilities, missed chances. That’s real. But shame will never get you back on your feet. It just keeps you stuck. What pulls people out of this isn’t discipline—it’s gentleness. Understanding. Building structure slowly, like you’d help someone learning to walk again.
Let me ask you this: if someone you loved came to you saying what you just said to me, would you call them lazy—or would you hold them like they were breaking?
Because that’s how you deserve to be treated right now, too.
That’s a win. A real one. Five slow breaths might seem small, but when you’re carrying this much, any moment of calm is a huge act of resistance against the weight you’ve been under.
What you just did was powerful. You chose to care for yourself for a few seconds. That’s not laziness. That’s healing. And even if the calm is fleeting—that’s okay. It’s proof that you’re not numb all the way through. There’s still life in you. Still a part of you that wants peace.
If you're up for it, you can build on this—very slowly. Not by pushing yourself to be “productive” or “better,” but by staying close to that calmer place, and doing just enough to make space for more of it.