I asked ChatGPT to "please create an image of how you think I'll die."

For context, it was a Reddit prompt. ChatGPT then gave me two iterations of my death. One, based on its understanding of my trajectory as a teen. Then, when I prompted it again to give me one based on me, now, my current life, it gave me a different outcome.

I was not expecting just how in-your-face the image was for the first one.

In fact, I'm going to give a content warning for drug use.

For context, I was never an addict, nor a user of strong drugs. I flirted with the idea of having something that could save me from the pain, from myself. I flirted with something that could take away the control that I held on to so tightly that I strangled it. I didn't want to lose my intelligence, but I also wanted to be tragic.

The idea that could have been my death is probably not far off from the truth. In another life, had I taken another path, yes. It's possible. If I finally gave into the narrative, and gave up, this could have been my ending.

So, the stark contrast to it's expectation about how it thought I might die now, following my current path, was not lost on me.

In contrast, the next image it gave me was not nearly so pain-filled.

I'm not ready to write out all my thoughts on this. But... I feel seen.