ChatGPT Wrapped 2025

(or: what happened when I accidentally used an AI as a thinking partner for a whole year)

Spotify Wrapped dropped again this year, reminding everyone which songs they overplayed, which moods they lived in, and which artists soundtracked their lives.

This is not that.

This is ChatGPT Wrapped 2025 – a retrospective of a year spent thinking out loud, writing to understand, and slowly learning what I actually need rather than what I’ve been told I should want.

My most-used mental tabs (always open)

If my brain had a browser bar, these were permanently pinned:

Am I being unreasonable, or is this genuinely confusing?
Communication – but clear, explicit, unambiguous communication
Trust matters more to me than monogamy ever has
Autism plus relationships equals: someone please provide a diagram
“Brain full of glue” (approaching overload)

A recurring theme this year was discovering just how badly ambiguity lands for me. If something isn’t clearly ruled in or out, my brain doesn’t relax – it loops. That’s not drama. That’s wiring.

Writing stats (unofficial but emotionally accurate)

I didn’t use ChatGPT to produce writing. I used it to think.

My writing this year mostly fell into a few overlapping genres:

Introspective memoir
Relationship post-mortems (gentle and otherwise)
Cultural critique from the margins
Feral honesty disguised as calm reflection

The key shift was this: I stopped trying to think first and write later. I wrote in order to think. Mess first. Shape second.

That alone probably saved my sanity more than once.

Recurring conversation themes

Certain topics came back again and again, each time with slightly sharper edges:

Boundaries – how to state them, how to notice when they’ve been crossed, and how to redraw them without apologising
Power and consent, especially where other people rely on implication and vibes
Gender, eunuch identity, and refusing to compress myself into palatable categories
Emotional labour – who does it, who avoids it, and who benefits from pretending not to see it
The ongoing mystery of whether I am anxious or simply hungry

Seen from a distance, it looks like a lot of talking. From the inside, it felt like systems analysis: trying to work out why things keep breaking in the same places.

2025 breakthroughs (earned the hard way)

Some things finally clicked this year:

Trust is my north star. Not exclusivity. Not labels.
Unspoken rules are far more destabilising for me than conflict
Self-soothing isn’t a luxury – it’s maintenance
Explaining myself endlessly is optional

I also noticed myself doing something new: catching the urge to gaslight myself and choosing, occasionally, not to.

That felt significant.

The emotional soundtrack

If this year had background music, it would be:

Beethoven when I needed structure and inevitability
Rhapsody when I needed permission to swell and feel too much
Silence when everything was already too loud
The sound of keys when something finally made sense

The aesthetic, for reasons

Somehow, without planning it, the visual language stayed consistent:

Soft masculinity
Pink caps and older faces
Square images that suggest thought rather than performance
Charts, timelines, diagrams of feelings

Apparently even my introspection likes a house style.

Looking ahead (no resolutions, calm down)

I’m not interested in becoming simpler or easier to understand.

What I want is more integration, fewer explanations offered to people who aren’t listening, and the same depth with slightly firmer boundaries.

I’ll keep writing – not because it’s productive, but because it’s how my mind stays inhabitable.

If this was my Wrapped, then the headline is simple:

I spent 2025 paying attention.

That feels like a good place to stop.