I wasn’t looking for a solution.
I just wanted order.

 

For a long time, I had been doing the same mechanical work day after day. More and more often, I felt myself growing tired of it, hollowed out by it. My mind was constantly running, yet I felt empty. The tasks themselves were not more complex than before, but their solutions no longer came from routine, so they began to pile up. I convinced myself that everything was urgent, that everything mattered. And at the end of the day, one feeling remained: something had gone wrong, something was incomplete, I was behind.

 

Not because I hadn’t done enough.
But because I was forcing myself to make decisions too quickly. I lived in constant time pressure. The weight of it felt enormous, sometimes physically so, tight in my chest. I knew that if this continued, I would break down.

 

One evening, without any particular intention, I typed in the chaos of the entire day. I didn’t ask anything. I simply described it in detail: what my tasks had been, how I approached solving them, what conclusions I drew, which decisions I postponed based on those conclusions, which ones I made immediately, and how I closed each issue.

 

The AI, of course, did not give advice.
It did not tell me what to do.
It simply organized what I had written in a clear, structured way.

 

Suddenly, I could see everything plainly. In that simple structure, it became obvious that the problem was not the scale of the tasks. The problem was the disorder inside me. That was what needed to change, and the pressure immediately eased.

 

The next day, that realization made me more effective. More deliberate, you could say slower. I stopped before making decisions. I recalled the structure I had already seen once. And for the first time, I said to myself: this does not need to be solved now. This does. This can wait. This is not my responsibility.

 

In this, the AI did not “help” in the classic sense. It solved nothing for me. It simply made my thinking more orderly and eliminated the constant inner noise that I had mistaken for active thought. I became more precise, and as a result, I made better decisions.

 

This was the first time I felt that this tool—precisely because it has no emotions that might pull me back and forth—could genuinely help clarify things in the middle of great confusion.

 

Since then, the pressure has lessened, both in my work and in my chest.

 

And now, that I think about it more carefully…