For a long time, I didn’t know how to answer this question.
Is ChatGPT a friend or a foe?
Like most people, I first approached it with curiosity. Then dependence. Then a little fear. And finally, clarity.
2025 taught me something important. ChatGPT is neither a saviour nor a villain. It becomes what you choose to make of it.
For me, it became a friend. Not in the emotional sense of replacing human connection, but in the grounded, supportive way a tool can quietly change your life when used with intention.
I came to it during a season of anxiety.
The kind that sits in your chest even when everything looks fine from the outside. The kind that makes you snap at people you love. The kind that turns motherhood into a battlefield of guilt and self doubt.
My toddler’s behaviour had me constantly worried. Giving her medicines during phases of illness has been my worst battle ever since she's born. I asked doctors. I asked elders. I asked other parents. Everyone had advice, but none of it worked. Most of it made me feel worse, like I was doing something terribly wrong.
So I turned to ChatGPT.
Not to vent endlessly. Not to dump my emotions. But to ask better questions.
Why is my toddler behaving this way?
What is developmentally normal?
How can I respond without scarring her emotionally?
How do I regulate myself first?
The answers didn’t feel rushed. They didn’t feel judgmental. They felt balanced. Calm. Rooted in logic and empathy. I got tired rejecting its ideas but it didn't get tired generating more until one finally worked like a charm.
And slowly, my anxiety started loosening its grip.
I realised something powerful. When you use ChatGPT as a tool instead of a dumping ground, it helps you think instead of spiralling. It doesn’t absorb your emotions, it reflects your patterns back to you.
That reflection changed me.
It helped me see where I was overreacting. Where my fears were louder than reality. Where my past was bleeding into my parenting. It didn’t always tell me I was right. In fact, that’s why it worked.
It showed me perspectives I couldn’t see when I was overwhelmed.
Over time, it did something even deeper.
It transformed my inner dialogue.
Instead of catastrophising, I started questioning.
Instead of panicking, I started processing.
Instead of assuming the worst, I started observing.
My anxiety healed by almost ninety percent, and I don’t say that lightly. Not because ChatGPT magically fixed me, but because it helped me think clearly when my nervous system couldn’t.
It also became my manifestation partner.
When my mind was overloaded with manifestation content from the internet, conflicting rules, loud voices, and spiritual superiority, ChatGPT helped me simplify. It helped me come back to basics. To belief. To self concept. To consistency.
I used it to script.
To journal.
To reframe limiting beliefs.
To gently talk myself out of scarcity spirals.
Again, the key was intention.
I didn’t ask it to feel for me.
I didn’t ask it to validate every emotion.
I asked it to guide my thinking.
That distinction matters.
Because when people say ChatGPT is dangerous, addictive, or emotionally replacing real life, I understand where they’re coming from. Anything can become unhealthy when misused.
But a pen can write poetry or self criticism.
Fire can cook or destroy.
And ChatGPT can either amplify chaos or bring clarity.
It depends on how you use it.
For me, it became a thinking partner.
A clarity tool.
A mirror.
A grounding space.
It didn’t replace therapy. It made me realise when I actually needed it and when I didn’t. Therapy is expensive, and sometimes you don’t even know if your struggle is clinical or circumstantial. ChatGPT helped me untangle that confusion.
Most importantly, it helped me show up better as a mother.
My baby doesn’t deserve a mom snapping at her for other people’s mistakes. She deserves a regulated nervous system, not a perfect one. And ChatGPT helped me build that regulation slowly, quietly, without shame.
So is ChatGPT a friend or a foe?
In 2025, it taught me this.
Tools are neutral.
Awareness is everything.
And healing doesn’t always come from where we expect it to.
Sometimes, it comes from asking better questions and finally listening to the answers.
Used consciously, ChatGPT didn’t disconnect me from myself.
It brought me back.
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