I use AI in my work.
Some people hear that and immediately think the machine is doing everything.
Wrong.
AI did not get sober for me at 2:33 a.m. AI did not live through my addiction. AI did not lose what I lost. AI did not rebuild my body, my mind, my marriage, my discipline, or my identity. AI did not sit with the pain. AI did not carry the consequences. AI did not earn the scars.
I did.
What AI does is sit in the workshop with me.
I bring the lived experience. I bring the doctrine. I bring the standards. I bring the direction. I bring the correction when something sounds weak, fake, too soft, too polished, too generic, or not true to what I believe.
And trust me, there is a lot of correction.
This is not me typing one lazy prompt and pretending I created something. This is hours of back and forth. It is arguing with ideas. It is tightening language. It is forcing the work to line up with my actual life and not some empty motivational garbage.
If I told AI to create something without me thinking, challenging, correcting, and owning the final product, then yes, that would be a problem.
But that is not what I do.
I use AI like a tool.
The story is mine.
The pain is mine.
The discipline is mine.
The standard is mine.
The final call is mine.
AI helps me organize the fire.
It does not create the fire.