AI Is Kind of Your Therapist Now (And You Feel Gross About It)
If you've ever felt weirdly guilty about how much better a chatbot made you feel, this one's for you.
If you've ever felt weirdly guilty about how much better a chatbot made you feel, this one's for you.
There's a kind of burnout that doesn't look like falling apart. It looks like getting really good at not noticing you're running on empty.
If you've ever crossed a finish line—literal or metaphorical—and felt nothing, you might be a perfectionist. Not the kind who color-codes their closet (though maybe that too), but the kind whose sense of self is only as stable as their last success.
You have the stunning summit photo. You're killing it at work. You feel like trash inside. There's a name for that gap, and you don't have to keep muscling through it.