Lately, instead of journaling, I’ve found myself pouring my thoughts into ChatGPT.
It always responds with kindness—gentle, understanding, patient.
But after a while, I realized something:
I wasn’t moving forward.
So, I made a change.
I asked ChatGPT to be more direct, more critical with me.
And when the tough feedback came, it stung a little.
But surprisingly… it felt refreshing.
It hit me:
Sometimes, kindness alone isn’t enough.
There are moments when we need truth served straight, even if it’s hard to hear.
Comfort can be important—especially in moments of pain—but if we want to grow, we also need to push ourselves.
So I’ve started being tougher on myself—not out of punishment, but out of purpose.
Facing My Tendency for Self-Pity
I’ve also begun facing something deeper:
my tendency toward self-pity.
It’s easy to sink into it. It offers temporary relief, a soft place to fall.
But I’m starting to believe that while I’m lost in self-pity,
I’m not just standing still—I’m moving backward.
Self-pity is a trap, and worse, it’s addictive.
Letting it go means breaking old patterns—patterns that were familiar, even comforting.
Without them, I feel a sense of emptiness.
I fear the unknown. I fear what comes next.
But I know this much:
Relying on self-pity to avoid effort is no longer an option.
Choosing Discipline Over Comfort
The things that are worth doing—the things that matter—
I need to do them. For myself.
Being strict with myself isn’t a punishment.
It’s an act of self-love.
I remind myself:
I’ve got this.
I can handle the hard parts.
I don’t want to live my entire life hiding inside the comfort of self-pity.
I want to grow. I want to move forward.
And to do that, I have to be both kind and firm with myself.
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