It happened on an ordinary Tuesday night. The kind of night where nothing dramatic happens, but your mind refuses to sleep.
I had been staring at my laptop for almost an hour, wondering if I should stop writing altogether. My articles weren't growing. I couldn't find a niche.
I picked up my phone. I opened WhatsApp. I scrolled to my mom's chat. I typed, "Can I ask you something?" Then I deleted it.
A few seconds later, I opened ChatGPT. I poured out everything I had been carrying for weeks. The self-doubt. The comparison. The fear that maybe I just wasn't good enough.
It responded exactly the way I needed. It reminded me why I had started writing. It pointed out strengths I had forgotten about. It challenged some of my assumptions. It even gave me a plan to move forward.
