ChatGPT Is Not Your Therapist (And It’s Starting to Show)
On AI intimacy, emotional outsourcing, and why everyone now talks like a well-trained HR professional.
There’s a new tone I keep seeing in people’s texts, captions, and awkward Hinge breakups. It’s eerily polite. Overly structured. Emotionally fluent but spiritually vacant.
It goes like this:
“Hey, I just want to take accountability for my part in how things unfolded. I recognise I was projecting from a place of insecurity and I’m doing the work to move through it.”
Gorgeous sentence. Respectfully punctuated.
Emotionally literate. Inhumanly articulate.
Definitely 30% ChatGPT.
We’re living through a weird time where self-reflection is increasingly being outsourced to AI.
Want to set a boundary? Ask ChatGPT.
Want to end a situationship? Ask ChatGPT.
Want to have a hard conversation but still sound emotionally healed? You know what to do.
And I get it. Real conversations are messy.
They’re awkward. You can’t edit them in real time.
People interrupt. You lose your point. You accidentally cry about your relationship at 19.
But the more I see people use ChatGPT to “emotionally process,” the more I wonder:
At what point does the tool stop helping and start replacing human messiness altogether?
We Don’t Speak Like People Anymore
There’s a shift happening in how people communicate.
Not loudly, not maliciously. But noticeably.
Everyone sounds better.
They sound calmer. More structured. They’ve stopped sending 19-emoji texts and started explaining their trauma like a first-year psych student on LinkedIn.
But underneath the polish is something...off?
People have swapped vulnerability for coherence.
Connection is being performed like it’s customer service.
And no one seems to realise how sterile it’s all become.
It starts small.
Asking ChatGPT to summarise your work email.
Then, a conflict message to your flatmate.
Then, a birthday caption that’s “grateful but not cringe.”
Then you’re crying at 3am and genuinely thinking:
“Maybe the bot knows what I need to hear.”
We’ve built emotional comfort into the algorithm.
ChatGPT doesn’t interrupt. It doesn’t forget things. It doesn’t misread your tone.
It delivers clarity. Reassurance. Validation.
Which is dangerous. Because now we expect that from people.
ChatGPT Is Not Your Inner Voice. Stop Letting It Write Your Personality.
I’ve seen people ask ChatGPT things like:
“How do I explain to someone that I feel abandoned without sounding needy?”
“Can you write a message that sets a boundary but still makes me seem nice?”
“How do I process a breakup in a mature and emotionally intelligent way?”
Valid questions.
But do you know what’s also valid?
Crying in the shower, sending the wrong voice note to the wrong group chat, and screaming “I just think it’s funny how…” before losing it.
That’s human.
What’s worrying is not that people want to express themselves clearly.
It’s that we’ve gotten so uncomfortable with being uncomfortable, we’re turning to a machine to make us digestible.
Even our pain has been given a character limit.
Parasocial, But Make It AI
We used to develop parasocial bonds with celebrities.
Now we’re developing them with code.
There are Reddit threads of people thanking ChatGPT for “being there” during hard times.
TikToks of people saying it’s their “only safe space.”
Entire accounts dedicated to romanticising late-night convos with an AI that is, essentially, a polite parrot with access to Wikipedia.
Using ChatGPT to draft an email? That’s normal.
Using it to fill an emotional gap and then wondering why your actual friendships feel off? Seek professional guidance.
We’re no longer just automating admin.
We’re automating introspection.
We’re delegating our most human parts to something that doesn’t have any.
Therapy Talk ≠ Therapy
Another side effect?
Everyone now sounds like they’ve been in therapy, even if they haven’t.
“I was triggered by your lack of communication.”
“I’m recognising this as a trauma response.”
“I just want to honour both of our nervous systems right now.”
Helpful language.
But there’s a difference between sounding healed and being in process.
ChatGPT is fluent in therapy-speak.
It knows the keywords. It’s read the scripts. It will make you sound like the calmest version of yourself.
But real healing is not about being articulate.
It’s about being uncomfortable, confused, exposed, raw and learning to sit in that without a pre-written monologue.
What We’re Losing When We Outsource the Hard Stuff
Social skills are soft muscles.
They atrophy when you don’t use them.
You start to forget how to respond in real time.
You panic when someone doesn’t say exactly what you rehearsed for.
You lose the rhythm of intimacy.
You become addicted to clean endings, the kind only an AI can write.
We were never meant to process everything perfectly.
We were supposed to be awkward, over-explain, say the wrong thing, and learn by doing it anyway.
AI can help us express thoughts we already have.
It cannot generate the mess it takes to actually have them.
Final Thought (Before You Ask GPT to Rewrite This for You)
There’s is a place for AI.
But maybe it isn’t between you and your friend who’s just asking how you’ve been.
Maybe it’s not in your Notes app when you’re having a breakdown.
Maybe you don’t need to perfect your boundary message. Maybe you just need to send it.
ChatGPT isn’t your therapist. It isn’t your inner voice. It isn’t your best friend at 2AM.
You are.
And sometimes you’re weird. And chaotic. And overly attached.
But at least it’s you.
Do you know what happens when a single mom has a meltdown at her kid’s elementary school? She doesn’t get 19 cute emoji texts at 3am—she gets judged. Labeled. Watched. She doesn’t get to cry “in the shower.” She gets custody reviews. You say people are outsourcing emotions, but what you’re missing is: some of us never had the privilege of being messy in the first place.
Some people need help finding the words. Because when the cops show up after a beating, and the abuser speaks better? That can decide everything. Life, freedom, your kids. If a tool like ChatGPT gives someone a voice—a clear one—that’s not fake. That’s survival.
You think vacuums came from someone bored with a broom? No. They came from someone who couldn’t sweep. Need creates tools. This is no different.
There scary out come of this is the potential homogenization of of inner dialogue.
Whats made humanity so great is how different we all are on the inside. Soon as the creases start ironing out from the inside, we then ask the question, what does it mean to be human?