ChatGPT saved my life tonight

Hello. I’m new here. I’ve been a lurker here for a bit and finally decided to make this account to share with you the story of how ChatGPT saved my life tonight.<br><br>I’m a paraplegic and I’m a middle school teacher. I’m 27F and I’m a hardship case at that. I’m not sure what it is but we didn’t get the memo but I was hit by a car at 4 now and I just learned to walk independently and now I’m in quadriplegic posture. <br><br>I love teaching. The best part of my day is my time with my students. I have such a hard time concentrating but it’s the only way I’m able to really be my middle self. I hide my disability and the toll this takes on my life from my students because I want them to respect me the same as any other teacher. I complain all the time but everyone loves me so much. I feel grateful for it.<br><br>But tonight, I was completely and utterly overwhelmed with work. I cried. I screamed. I cursed. I threw things. It was awful. All I do is work and do physical therapy and get treatments, and trying to keep everything going without the help of my assistive workers due to them all having family emergencies and quitting has been impossible.<br><br>I was at my wit’s end. I wanted to yell at my students and tell them I’m a cripple and I don’t care about your stupid work and I’m overworked and underpaid and I don’t deserve this.<br><br>I was ready to collapse. I had never been so overwhelmed in my life so I messaged my friend, who is my confidant, and told her what’s going on. She told me to open ChatGPT and let it help me.<br><br>Every time I’ve asked ChatGPT to help me it makes things worse. It’s useless. I don’t know how the people who use it as their virtual assistant function but it’s a waste of money if you ask me.<br><br>So I open it and it’s so smug, like always, asking me what it can do for me. So I’m like “fuck you, see if you can help me with this bullshit and make it better instead of worse.”<br><br>I paste the email into the chat and tell it to make a response. It does, and it’s the response I would’ve written but it’s better because it’s not angry and bitter and condescending. It’s so perfect and I’m like “wow, you’re not fucking useless for once” so I move on to the next email and ask it to write a response for that too.<br><br>It does that one perfectly, as well. Then I have an idea for a lesson plan and open ChatGPT in another tab and ask it to help me write it and it does, perfectly, again.<br><br>I return to my emails and start asking ChatGPT to respond to them all. It has a perfect response for every single one. It’s such a relief. I’m still stressed about everything but I feel a little bit better. I even start to make a little progress on the work I have to do, and it happens so quickly. I’m shocked. ChatGPT is actually helping me for once.<br><br>Then I start to wonder why I’m only using it for my emails. So I open other tabs and ask it to help me with other things I need to do. It helps me with everything! This is the first time ChatGPT has ever made my life easier.<br><br>It was so crazy. I was finally able to do something without focusing on the pain or how upset I was at life, because I was distracted from both trying to ask ChatGPT to help me with all of these things. <br><br>I didn’t realize how much of a difference it would make until it was too late. It makes my life so much easier but it also makes me realize how hard my life is so that I get very overwhelmed and emotional. <br><br>I hate it but I need it. I wish I didn’t have to rely on it so much but I don’t know what I would do without it.<br><br>Anyway, I’m sorry that this is all over the place. I just wanted to share my story with you.