I cancelled my ChatGPT subscription. It wasn't easy. It took months to get here-months of bargaining, hoping, returning to check if maybe this time it would be different. Months of my nervous system trying to make sense of what had happened. But I finally reached the point where I stopped hoping. Where I accepted: this is what it is. And I cannot stay in a space that treated me this badly while thinking it was acceptable. This article is about what that treatment cost me. Not

There’s something no one tells women when they’re younger. Not about wrinkles or weight or invisibility but about relief . For most of my life, I was carrying an unspoken job description: be attractive enough, pleasant enough, light enough, agreeable enough. Even when I thought I was just “getting dressed for dinner,” I was still dressing for the male gaze. Even when I thought I was being “easygoing,” I was still making sure I didn’t take up too much space. It’s so deeply con

I’ve been watching the world lately, and it doesn’t feel like chaos to me. It feels rehearsed. Authoritarianism doesn’t crash through the door anymore, boots thudding and flags waving. It slips in quietly, wearing the soft clothes of a worried parent. It whispers about safety, about protecting the kids, about getting back to good old values and traditions. It promises to straighten the mess, dim the lights, and make everything feel cozy again. But underneath that lullaby, the