I was having lunch with my mother today. She was reading the newspaper and mentioned an article that felt… strangely threatening and sad at the same time.

It said that 160 million people are now using AI for astrology, therapy, and counselling.

And for a moment, I felt my heart sink.

Threatening because of course, a part of me wondered, “Will a robot take my job someday?”

Sad because, as someone who has actually used AI for astrology to check whether it’s good, I know how limited it is. It doesn’t understand the soul of astrology. It doesn’t understand the energy behind a tarot pull. It only knows patterns, not intuition. And it is not predicting the patterns accurately. For a Taurus rising, Pisces will be the eleventh house but ChatGpt predicted Aquarius. That changes the game completely. 

But the sadness went deeper.

A very close friend of mine recently went through a breakup. When she told me about it, I was shocked… not because she broke up, but because she had been dating this person for four to five months and I didn’t even know she was in a relationship.

I asked her, “But why didn’t you tell me? You didn’t tell anyone.”

She said, “Only our mutual friend knew because she introduced us.

And of course… ChatGPT.”

That last line hit me like a punch.

Not because she didn’t tell me.But because she didn’t tell any human.

She was having emotions, doubts, questions, fears…and instead of confiding in the people who love her, she was sharing everything with a chatbot. And that, to me, is heartbreaking.

Not dramatic.

Not exaggerated.

Just… sad.

Because when you start turning to a machine to process the most intimate parts of your life instead of reaching out to a friend, a sister, a safe person something inside you has already disconnected.

We’re scared of the evil eye, scared of judgement, scared of being seen in our rawness…so we choose a screen over a soul.

And that’s what worries me.

Not AI.But what we are slowly becoming.

I go through extreme antisocial phases, and I know this:

Whenever I finally meet a friend or a relative after a long gap, something inside me heals.

A real conversation.

Shared laughter.

A hug.

I’ve seen the same shift in my clients.

We are wired for human connection.

We aren’t designed to heal alone.

We aren’t meant to replace each other with screens.

And this is not the only reason why this article hit me so hard.

Because people are not just using AI for support…

They are using it for the simplest tasks our minds are meant to do.

That scares me more.

A client recently told me she used AI to make her daily routine. 

A girl who cracked the toughest maths exams… now outsourcing thinking.

We’re losing our mental muscles.

We’re outsourcing our intuition.

We’re weakening our consciousness

Yes, ChatGPT can “collect points in a jiffy” and give you a neatly packaged answer.

But it can’t sit with your silence.

It can’t feel your energy.

It can’t look into your eyes and see the pain behind the smile.

It can’t say, “Breathe, I’m here with you.”

So yes, here I am, editing this on Grammarly 

Using AI to complain about AI.

The irony isn’t lost on me.

But maybe that’s the point, technology is a tool but human connection is healing.

And we need to remember the difference before we forget what it feels like to be held by another human being, not an algorithm.