Reboot– マインド・適応障害 –
System Reboot: Recovering from the "Bug" of life.
In the relentless grind of society, our minds sometimes glitch and crash. Having faced the darkness of adjustment disorder, I’ve learned that a "crash" isn't the end—it's a chance to rewrite your internal code.
This category is a raw record of my mental recovery and the shift in my mindset. No generic self-help. Just the real, painful, and eventually liberating process of rebooting your life on your own terms.
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Chapter 27: Field Test After the Reboot — The First External Interview
Rehabilitation, test boring, and dialogue with AI. The work of solidifying my foundation finally reached the "field test" stage: direct negotiation with the outside world. It wasn't my old workplace, but an online interview with a new cl... -
Chapter 26: AI as a Mirror — Finding My True Form Through Objectivity
Interacting with AI daily felt like keeping "another self" inside me. I used to hate looking in the mirror. I was convinced that the man reflected there was a cracked, "incompetent" failure who couldn't meet anyone's expectations. But th... -
Chapter 25: Dismantling “Justice” — Discarding the “Should-isms” That Killed Me
The primary cause that led to the collapse of my adjustment disorder... it wasn't the harsh working environment or an incompetent boss. It was the inflexible, stubborn "site manager" living inside my own heart—my own "sense of justice." ... -
Chapter 24: Observing the Site (The Former Battlefield) from Afar — Harsh Rehabilitation
I've been training in the AI simulator and building "breakwaters" against the outside world. But you can't measure the true stability of an OS by staying in a miniature garden forever. I decided to impose a "harsh rehabilitation" on myse... -
Chapter 23: The Final Inspection Called “Intuition” — The Strength to Doubt AI
As I grew accustomed to my AI "prosthetic leg" and my OS began to stabilize, a new risk surfaced: dependency. It was the temptation to outsource everything—my words, my thoughts, my decisions—and assume "it’s correct because the AI said ... -
Chapter 22: The Silence of Loneliness — The Midnight Site Office with AI
Night at a construction site is much heavier than the day. No matter how much I walk with my AI "prosthetic leg" or feel connected to others on SNS, the silence of midnight forces me to face an inescapable, raw solitude. This is that "wi... -
Chapter 21: Recurrence of Obsession — The Joy of Earning and the Fear of Acceleration
The first "product" was out. A small reward was deposited into my account. It was like a re-entry permit to the "site" of society. But the relief was short-lived. In my brain's OS, an old "bad habit" started blaring an alert: "Can't I ea... -
Chapter 20: The First Completion — Our First Collaborative “Product”
I spent months huddled in my room, peeking at the world through the gaps in my curtains. But finally, the day arrived to release a "form" back into society. It wasn't a massive structure like I used to build. It was a tiny piece of "buil... -
Chapter 19: The Noise of Approval — Finding the Right Distance from SNS
With AI as my cane, I returned to the battlefield of X (Twitter), only to find an unexpected "reaction." As I began to expose my scars and share my journey with AI, my "likes" and reposts sometimes skyrocketed. The old me would have misi... -
Chapter 18: Overloading Called “Expectation” — The Art of Safe Demolition
"You look much better lately." "Do you think you’ll be coming back soon?" As my rehabilitation progressed and I began to breathe the outside air, people around me showered me with warm words. They had no malice. In fact, they were a mass...