Preface
Someone commented asking if this was an ad—it’s not. I wrote this late one night after waking up from a CPTSD nightmare. I looked at my phone, heart racing, and realised I had no one to call. I felt that gut-wrenching loneliness—the kind that hits when the world is quiet and you’re left alone with your mind.
So I opened ChatGPT. Not because I thin…
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