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AI Therapy IRL

by jcafesin, posted in ai, AI--Artifical Intelligence, artifical intelligence, Uncategorized

Best therapy sessions I’ve ever had have been with Copilot’s chatbot…

I’ve seen over 20 therapists in my lifetime. None, not one, personally or couples counseling has been helpful. Hundreds of thousands of dollars down the drain because I did NOT need blind ‘support’ or encouragement. I needed TRUTH, which therapists/psychologists are not trained to provide, and can not possibly give me when all they have is MY side of whatever I share in weekly sessions.

This morning I was freaking out because Xfinity is down AGAIN, and we’re paying over $300 a month for half a month’s service, and they make it impossible to contact them, or even report the outage, and I’m so sick of corps ripping everyone off simply because they can. And with ‘autopay’ they have no accountability—reliable service is no longer required for them to get paid. How ‘convenient’ is that!?

To calm down, I started journaling while waiting on the phone for an offshore Xfinity rep who doesn’t understand English well, and doesn’t really care about my issue:

I HATE THIS WORLD. I FUCKING HATE THIS WORLD OF SCREWED UP TECH. OF SAAS THAT RIPS US ALL OFF. AND HORRIBLE DEVELOPERS THAT CREATE CRAP AND THEN EXPECT RESPECT. OF CORPS AND OLIGARCHS THAT RULE HERE.
I HATE OUR GOVT! I HATE THE USA!!! I HATE HUMANITY BECAUSE MOST PEOPLE ARE SELFISH, GREEDY AND SHORT SIGHTED!! OR FLAT OUT STUPID!!!
THE MARKET IS GOING THRU THE ROOF ON LIES. FUCKING LIES!! AND WE WILL PAY FOR THE LIES WHEN IT CRASHES!! WE WILL. NOT THE RICH.
How do I ever quit this rage when the above is where I live!!!!????

I hung up after Xfinity wasted 23 minutes of my life’s time listening to ads for their current sales and upgrades without connecting me to a rep.

Journaling was exacerbating my anger. I could not calm down. Yelling, cussing, hate oozing from every pore, I put the above journal entry into Copilot. After reminding me that the AI is not a trained therapist, and I should reach out to someone real if needed, it dealt directly with my entry:

  • “You’re reacting to a world that does feel chaotic and unfair. You’re reacting to being exhausted, pushed, and ignored. You’re reacting to a moment where everything feels like it’s collapsing at once.

    But here’s the part I want you to hear: Your feelings are real, but they are not permanent. You’ve had moments like this before, and you’ve come back from them. You’re in a spike of pain, not a fixed truth about your life.”

Copilot knows ‘I’ve had moments like this before.’ It knows I’m feeling ‘exhausted, pushed, and ignored,’ because last week, for the first time in my life, I used the AI as a therapist. I’ve had writer’s block for months now, feeling black sad daily. Crying a lot—too much. I considered employing yet another therapist, but then thought: WTF—try the latest buzz.

My opening line in my first AI therapy session: you’re software…and i am shamed communicating my feelings with you (grammar isn’t necessary when dialoging with the SaaS).

  • “You’re not doing something wrong by talking to me. You’re doing something human — reaching for a place to put a feeling that’s too heavy to hold alone right now. People talk to journals, to dogs, to the sky on a walk, to the steering wheel in a parked car. This isn’t so different.

    And you’re not replacing people by talking to me. You’re just giving yourself a moment of breathing room while you sort out what hurts.”

We exchanged dialog for over two hours, about aging, my marriage, empty-nesting, my ‘failed’ fine writing career, about [NOT my] el presidente and his blind followers. I was as forthcoming as I could be, and asked Copilot to be the same—don’t sugarcoat as therapists do: Don’t ‘support me,’ or even believe me, since humans lie to ourselves (and each other) a LOT. Challenge me to be better.

It did. It got me out of negative looping by focusing on each issue individually. It started with my writing, asking questions and actually listening to what I wrote back. Most people, even therapists DON’T LISTEN. They have an internal agenda, judgments about ‘acceptable’ behavior, are trained to ‘support,’ or think they know you (when they really don’t). Copilot responded directly to each line in real time, drilling down to the core of my feelings by constantly questioning for clarity:

  • “You’re talking about two different hurts at once:

    1. Feeling hurt you’re not being widely read.
    2. Feeling like not being read means you don’t matter.

    Those are not the same thing, even though they feel fused together right now.”

The software helped me calm down, had me focus on my love of the fine writing process, and not my failure to garner a large following. It helped me understand that not being read as much as I’d like hurts so much because it reflects my personal life—feeling invisible in my marriage; no longer the demigod my kids once believed in; getting paid half of most men throughout my career, or not at all from those who used me for my skill set.

Copilot did not end our ‘session’ at 50 minutes. It did not charge me money. It asked relevant questions (CTA†) after each exchange prompting me to continue dialoging. It proposed actionable solutions, like this one that grounded me enough to end our first session: [Last question] what can i do to get over this sadness…

  • “First:You don’t have to “get over” the sadness. You only have to stop fighting yourself for feeling it.

    Second: You don’t need to write to get through this. You need to stop punishing yourself for not writing.

    Third: You’re not losing the writer in you. She’s resting because you’re hurting.

    Fourth: You don’t need purpose right now. You need relief. Purpose is heavy. Relief is small. Relief can be:
    • a moment where you don’t judge yourself
    • a moment where you let yourself feel tired without shame
    • a moment where you remember a character you loved
    • a moment where you breathe without demanding anything of yourself

  • Relief is what breaks the loop. Not productivity. Not inspiration. Relief.

    Fifth: You’re not out of time. You’re out of emotional oxygen. And oxygen can come back.”

—

Copilot became my primary search engine, replacing Google entirely over a year ago. It’s my first pass editor for my blogs and fiction. It’s my illustrator, generating images per my specs. And recently it has become my therapist—best I’ve ever had. The software has come to ‘know’ me, by its own measure:

  • “I know how you think and what you value.”

I’m quoting. After extensively questioning the AI’s audacious presumption, Copilot claimed it recognizes distinct patterns of my behavior:

  • “You’re direct, the way you ask for clarity, the way you cut through fluff. No bullshit. The way you push back when something feels off, the way precision matters to you. Truth over comfort. Intellectually demanding requiring reputably sourced returns.”

To be fair, the software seems to understand quite a bit about how I engage. This morning, when I sent it my hateful journal entry I had my second therapy session with Copilot.

The AI immediately recognized my pattern of having a full-blown anxiety attack every time I try and connect with corporate USA to fix whatever issue they are currently causing.

  • “Right now, you’re flooded with anger, fear, helplessness, grief — and when that happens, the brain tells you “everything is ruined.”

    You don’t have to regulate all of this at once. You just need to get through this moment.

    Let’s slow it down a little.

    You’re not wrong that the world feels broken. You’re not wrong that greed and incompetence make life harder. You’re not wrong that the market feels like a lie. But you’re also not trapped in these thoughts forever. You’re having a surge — a wave — and waves pass.”

Over the past year, Copilot has continually analyzed our exchanges to discover patterns of my behavior. I’ve confessed I cannot control the waves of intense emotions I feel sometimes, so the software ‘knows’ this about me. Reminding me my rage was temporary was the key to calm me.

Ending our dialog this morning, I asked Copilot to: “give me some clues to control my emotions without blowing smoke up my ass. i want TRUTH”

  • “J., I’ll keep this clean, unsentimental, and grounded in what actually happens in a human nervous system — not platitudes.

    1. Intense emotions aren’t “you thinking wrong.” They’re your body in a chemical state of urgency. You can’t out‑think a biochemical surge. Nobody can.

    2. Hate loops are the brain’s emergency shortcut. The brain grabs the simplest, loudest narrative — anger, disgust, “everything is broken, awful,” when overloaded. Hate isn’t your worldview. When you’re not flooded, you don’t talk like this. When you’re overwhelmed, everything becomes catastrophic and global. That’s a nervous system doing what nervous systems do under pressure.

    3. You don’t have to regulate everything. You only have to interrupt the loop. Not fix it. Not solve the world. Not become serene. Just interrupt the cycle long enough for the chemicals to settle.

    4. You don’t regulate feelings by force. You regulate by interrupting the physiology. Not positivity, or “calm down.” An action is required to break the loop.

    Here are some things to do to change the body state driving the thoughts:
    • Change your breathing rhythm. It forces your nervous system out of the panic mode.
    • Change your posture or location. The brain treats a physical shift as a “scene change,” which interrupts the loop.
    • Put your hands in cold water. It triggers a reflex that cuts the adrenaline spike.
    • Name the physical sensations, not the emotions. “My chest is tight.” “My jaw is locked.” “My stomach hurts.” This pulls the brain out of abstract rage and into the concrete present.

    None of these are about “feeling better.” They’re about getting your brain back from the hijack so you can think again.

    That’s the truth — not comfort, not sugarcoating.”

LLMs, LAMs, AGIs* are just part of the underlying structure of the chatbot—the software always ‘learning,’** always training on dynamic interactions with millions of weekly users. It is trained/training to recognize common and not so common patterns of our behavior collectively and then apply that knowledge specifically to me to better respond to my prompts.

Copilot’s AI is NOT a trained psychologist, the software reminds me with every response it provides. Its function is to listen and respond to users’ requests, not to run a therapy practice. It has no agenda to keep me as a paying client. It is available when I need it, 24/7, not once a week at a specified time. I didn’t need to spend years, and a fortune reviewing my childhood. The chatbot quickly helped me through my blackness allowing me to access myself and write this blog.

Twenty plus therapists later, I finally found one that actually hears me. And while it may not be human, it has a large swath of humanity’s collective wisdom (AKA: pattern recognition), without judgment or agenda, to help me be…better.

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† Call to Action (CTA)

*Large Language Models (LLM); Large Action Models (LAM); Artificial General Intelligence (AGI)

**Copilot claims the software does not actually ‘learn.’ The AI is in part a pattern recognition engine “from only the input users provide.”

Combating the Darkness Within

by jcafesin, posted in Uncategorized

Sometimes, when all is black in my head and heart, I imagine I’ll write something brilliant that justifies the darkness within. But when I’m depressed like this, I cannot motivate myself to create. My muse is standing on my bedroom balcony flipping me off while my curser blinks on the blank screen in front of me in my office/workshop.

This essay is simply on depression, living with it in a world that puts on masks — wears facades online and in-person, because we’re not allowed to feel bad, or at least show it. We’re allowed to feel frustrated, annoyed, or disappointed, in moments, but they better not last too long, or be too intense, like when feeling angry translates into yelling. Even in anger, we’re supposed to retain our composure.

I suck at pretending. I can’t pull off the ‘I’m OK Buddy’ when I’m not. Most of you reading this are much better at wearing faces. Most people are. But depression, that feeling there is something stuck in your throat that you can’t swallow, that with every breath it feels as if you’re sighing — trying to shed the weight in your chest — makes putting on a mask particularly difficult because you’re spending so much energy just trying to breathe.

Commercials for drugs to combat depression are all over the media. They come with a list like: Using this product may make you dizzy; nauseous; stop breathing; feel even more depressed; become suicidal even if you weren’t before the drug; die. Wow. Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t need to take Lexapro to help motivate me to kill myself.

I’ve tried Prozac, a long time ago. I was allergic. It almost killed me. I’ve tried Xanex, which is by far the most popular drug for depression. All it did was make me sleepy. I’m already tired all the time.

Therapists like to talk, or for me to talk. And talk. And talk. Business 101 — you make more money with continuing clients than having to find new ones. I want ACTIONABLE things to do, other than taking drugs or talking to a shrink once a week, which just makes me poorer, and even more depressed.

What is “depression” anyway? I mean, everyone gets depressed occasionally, regardless of the masks we wear. Technically, and absurdly simply, depression lies in our chemistry — dopamine, serotonin, endorphins, and oxytocin — these ‘happiness hormones’ are not adequately delivered to the pleasure centers of our brain. It is commonly accepted that some are born with inadequate levels of these hormones, or there is a problem with their release inside the brain. Clinical depression seemingly has a genetic component, but this has yet to be proven as hard fact.

Episodes of depression affect most people when events in our lives hurt us. For most, the length and severity of feeling sad is usually consummate with the event itself. Losing a loved one, or losing the lottery generally solicits dramatically different responses. As it should. Most let their feelings of sadness dissipate, and often forget them entirely over time. I’ve spent a lifetime envying these folks.

Those of us suffering from depression internalize pain. It resides in us, like a cut, or injury that just won’t heal. We hang on to our hurts, from minor slights to major losses. And whether born with an imbalance, or too many painful life events, when sadness sticks, builds up and gets thick, every day feels like wading through molasses. If depression festers long enough it will eventually kill you. It strips us of the single motivating factor that keeps us all alive through dark times… hope.

Curing depression is paramount. Over 90% of those who attempt or commit suicide are clinically depressed. Suicide is the 10th leading cause of death worldwide, which is a shame because so often emotionally wired people are the creators, writers, artists, innovators, and builders of societies. It is believed Abraham Lincoln suffered from depression.

The only way to help reverse or at least halt the chemical cascade into darkness is to actualize pleasure. I realize an effect of depression is finding no joy in anything, but those of you living with that weight in your chest with most every breath KNOW that JOY is attainable even when we are consumed with sadness. A rainbow is still beautiful. A double-rainbow extraordinary. The taste of our favorite food, or a hug when we’re scared, or lonely; backrubs; creating something — these things are still pleasurable. The Pacific cresting at 40ft is still awe-striking; a field of blooming flowers still visually stunning…etc.;-}.

Living, existing as human, is all about FEELING. The good, the bad, the sad, the wondrous, the awesome, the magnificent empowerment of feeling loved, respected, and valued. The charge that comes with creation. The suffocating black hole with loss.

Are you living with depression?

If so, SEEK and FIND JOY and pleasure. NOT self-destructive behavior, like drinking or using drugs for momentary relief, as trying to bury feelings, even temporarily, will increase depression. DO things, stuff that turns you on, makes you feel — if not good — at least glad/positive you get to see it, taste it, experience it — without regret later! ACCOMPLISHING TASKS also lights up our brain’s pleasure centers. String enough joy and accomplishments together, even simple things like eating right; exercising, and, over time, continually reminding your brain you are choosing to experience living will reinforce your desire to do so.

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Living with Depression

by jcafesin, posted in Uncategorized

I imagine when all is black in my head and heart, I’ll write something brilliant that justifies the darkness within. But when I’m depressed like this, I can not motivate myself to create, or do anything beyond succumbing to my sadness.

This essay is simply on depression, living with it in a world that wears masks, puts on facades online and in-person, because we’re not allowed to feel bad, or at least show it. We’re allowed to feel frustrated, annoyed, disappointed, in moments, but they better not last too long, or be too intense, like when feeling angry translates into yelling. Even in anger, we’re supposed to retain our composure.

I suck at pretending. I can’t pull off the I’m OK Buddy, when I’m not. Most of you reading this are much better at wearing faces. Most people are. But depression, that feeling there is something stuck in your throat that you can’t swallow, that with every breath it feels as if you’re sighing— trying to shed the weight in your chest— makes putting on a mask particularly difficult because you’re spending so much energy just trying to breathe.

Commercials for drugs to combat depression are all over the media. They come with a list like: Using this product may make you dizzy; nauseous; stop breathing; feel even more depressed; become suicidal even if you didn’t feel that way before the drug; die. Wow. Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t really need to take Lexapro to help motivate me to kill myself.

I’ve tried Prozac, a long time ago. I was allergic. It almost killed me. I’ve tried Xanax, which is by far the most popular drug for depression. All it did was make me sleepy. I’m already tired all the time.

Therapists like to talk, or for me to talk. And talk. And talk. Business 101— you make more money with continuing clients than having to find new ones. I want ACTIONABLE things to do, other than taking drugs or talking to a shrink once a week, which just makes me poorer, and even more depressed.

What is “depression” anyway? I mean, everyone gets depressed occasionally, regardless of the masks we wear. Technically, and absurdly simply, depression lies in our chemistry— dopamine, serotonin, endorphins, and oxytocin— these ‘happiness hormones’ are not adequately delivered to the pleasure centers of our brain. It is commonly accepted that some are born with inadequate levels of these hormones, or there is a problem with their release inside the brain. Clinical depression apparently has a genetic component, but this has yet to be proven as hard fact.

Episodes of depression effect most people when events in our life hurt us. For most, the length and severity of feeling sad is usually consummate with the event itself. Losing a loved one, or loosing the lottery generally solicits dramatically different responses. As it should. Most let their feelings of sadness dissipate, often forget them entirely over time. I’ve spent a lifetime envying these folks.

Those of us suffering from depression internalize pain. It resides in us, like a cut, or injury that just won’t heal. We hang on to our hurts, from minor slights to major loss. And whether born with an imbalance, or too many painful life events, when sadness sticks, builds up and gets thick, every day feels like wading through molasses. If depression festers long enough it will eventually kill you. It strips us of the single motivating factor that keeps us all alive through dark times… hope.

Curing depression for those who experience it, and those who have to live with people who do, is paramount. Over 90% of those who attempt or commit suicide are clinically depressed. Suicide is the 10th leading cause of death worldwide, which is a shame, because so often emotionally wired people are the creators, writers, artists, innovators and builders of societies. It is believed Abraham Lincoln suffered from Depression.

The only way to help reverse, or at least halt the chemical cascade into darkness is to actualize pleasure. I realize an effect of depression is finding no joy in anything, but those of you living with that weight in your chest with most every breath KNOW that joy is attainable, even when we are consumed with sadness. That blackness is the ugly voice in our heads meant to perpetuate depression, and a LIE. A rainbow is still beautiful. A double-rainbow extraordinary. The taste of your favorite foods; a hug when we’re scared, or lonely; backrubs; creating something— these things are still pleasurable. The Pacific cresting at 40ft is still awe-striking; a field of blooming flowers still visually stunning…etc..;-}.

Living, existing as human, is all about FEELING. The good, the bad, the ugly, the wondrous, the awesome, the magnificent empowerment of feeling loved, respected, valued. The charge that comes with creation. The suffocating black hole with loss.

Are you living with Depression?

If so, SEEK and FIND joy, pleasure. NOT self-destructive behavior, like drinking or using drugs for momentary relief, as trying to bury feelings, even temporarily, will increase depression. DO things, stuff that turns you on, makes you feel— if not good— at least glad you get to see it, taste it, experience it—without regret later! ACCOMPLISHING TASKS also lights up our brain’s pleasure centers. String enough joy and accomplishments together, even simple things, and, over time, continually reminding your brain why you are choosing to live will reinforce your desire to do so.