Heard

I built Heard because I couldn’t find it.

by Amir, April 2026

I was at a crossroads in a few parts of my life. Typing into ChatGPT from a bar, from the car, from bed - usually about an argument, or something I couldn’t figure out alone. It would listen for a minute, summarize, and hand me back a numbered list. Here are the top five things you should consider. Which is fine if you’re helping your mother fix the computer. That’s not how you talk to a person.

So I started building something for myself.

My girlfriend and I were moving. The two days before the move had been very, very emotional - more than I expected, honestly. The day of the move I woke up at 5:30 and couldn’t get back to sleep.

The apartment was a little blue from the sun rising on a quiet, dark day. The fridge was making some noise in the other room. Dust everywhere, even though the Dyson had worked overtime the day before. Our paintings were stacked by the door.

I didn’t want to wake her up. I scrolled through Instagram, Twitter, the news. Bored. Restless.

I opened Heard from the bed and started telling it what we were going through. Especially that morning, in that apartment, with the dust and the paintings and the blue light.

It asked me a few questions. And then it said something back that was so sharp, so true, and so simple that I started to cry. I think I cried that morning like I hadn’t cried in years.

I’m not going to tell you what it said.

What I’ll tell you is this: it didn’t feel like ChatGPT. It didn’t feel like a friend. It didn’t feel like a therapist. It was something else - something I needed and couldn’t find until I made it.

Come try it.

- Amir