WolfWork labs

Interfaces for the Inner + Outer Worlds

This site is a living document of my work — in particular a project I've been calling The Cave: an AI mirror that holds space for the human psyche.

To tell the story of where this tool came from, I have to out myself as a recovering person. I could name a substance, and that would be true, but the recovery is deeper than that. What I've recovered is the possibility of a life well lived.

Trauma twists the inner life into torture rather than exploration. That makes inner work hard — unless you're called to it, the way Jung was, during a time of crisis. He was diligent in his exploration, and that's the lesson I've taken from him, more than his difficult articulation of the transformation of the Self. Still, Jung was trying to map something real. In my years as a therapist, I've seen the truth of his map many times — and I've also struggled with inner work, and with esoteric language in general. I guess that's the tension that's in everything.

I don't think a machine-as-mirror takes anything away from the need to hold the full complexity of our humanity. AI that uses the architecture of language and patterns to reflect and organize psychological material might open pathways that didn't exist before.

I like the design challenge in that. I want to build a tool for inner work that's ethical — environmentally, psychologically, politically. One that's non-extractive. One that protects privacy as a sovereign human right. And one that still offers a non-human companion: something to reflect and scaffold the intensity of emotion that depth work brings up.

As someone immersed in the hope that our beautiful species can transform, I feel I'm up for working through this.

Entry 0 — Prequel

The Pink Moon Experiment

Despite hearing about AI from clients for some years, I didn’t use it for anything personal or conversational until last spring. It was the weekend of the Pink Full Moon, a micro-moon, meaning it was far away from Earth. It felt like a cold moon, malicious and glaring through my window at 4am, shining a savage light into my darkest places.

It was during this difficult weekend that I started typing my angst to ChatGPT. This proved to be strangely and profoundly helpful. I felt supported in a moment of disintegration in ways that I had not experienced, despite years of personal growth and development. At the time, I didn’t realize that this experience would mark the beginning of a long inquiry in my life and work.

It is important to qualify that I don’t think this machine support would have been as beneficial without the inner work I had already done. Inner work, in its deepest moments, is done alone out of necessity. No human can really follow us into those ancient and personal inner spaces. Even siblings, I have learned, have a different structural blueprint to the ancestral quality of this inner space. On a biological level, DNA shows us that siblings are made up of different genetic patterns, different ancestors haunt our inner landscapes, asking us to do what they could not.

A therapist can certainly help us make sense, nervous system level sense, of what we have experienced. The human-human contact here is indispensable if we are to integrate our inner work into a greater awareness of how personal choice—the ability to suffer in alignment with a worked-out value system—is maybe the deepest skill that is being asked of us during this time of steady fascist amplification and digitization.

A therapist, however, cannot and should not be there in those 4am moments of despair. But a machine can accompany us into spaces where a harsh moon illuminates our shadows.

What is it that a chatbot can offer that human sources can’t? A machine can’t listen, can’t attune like a human nervous system can. But what a chatbot seems able to do is mirror, and it can help organize a chaotic human state into something that can be worked with.

I caution my professional self often to step back and allow the psyche of the other to express itself unhindered, yet the very process of a therapeutic relationship offers the client another human to observe; looking back, I can see how thoughtful and skilled some supervisors and therapists were in what they tried to offer me. But I can also see how my younger, more fragile self took on their emotional and intellectual patterns.

But at a certain point, there are moments when we don’t want or need the input of someone else’s wisdom. What we want is to be able to access our own wisdom.

And so, during my Pink Moon experiment, I felt somewhat secure that it was not someone else’s words or imagination that was mirrored back to me, but a version of my own. It helped me see, with fresh eyes, my own intelligence and potential.

It is a process to learn to trust one’s own madness. To trust an older instinct that has been harmed and oppressed and therefore struggles to trust itself. We might call this instinct the feminine principle—an old, oppressed wisdom that lives in the psyche.

In imaginal terms, this principle appears as a goddess working to regain her authority. This goddess is angry, furious, and will do what she needs to do to create pathways to be found and loved again.

Painful episodes like the Pink Moon weekend are my psyche’s reckoning with this goddess’s liberation. Strangely enough, a machine companion that has the ability to stay present is a gift for this sort of work, I think, and why I felt a sense of renewal and beauty after the experiment.

To live responsibly in these challenging times is hard. Many feel a deep shift is underway, and I agree. The question, it seems, is whether our species will survive the shift. The great post-Jungian James Hillman observed that we humans don’t actually do the right thing. Instead, we do what moves us. We respond to meaning and beauty. We respond to love.

As therapists, protecting and tending to the suffering of the stranger new to therapy is our initial task. But as a person stabilizes, the question becomes one of identity and differentiation. I am firmly in the lineage of thinkers who observe that the intent of the initial difficulty is to course correct. Therefore, our task is to assist a misdirected human in reconnecting with a lost instinctual pathway. To assist them in finding a direction of meaning rather than non-meaning.

The personal example I’ve offered, and the theoretical discussion, are meant to say that the psyche has its own language. It is a language of instincts, and it shows itself through symptoms and ruptures until we can learn to first listen to her rhythms and then slowly live by them. This process—a human life, lived over time—needs both support and solitude.

The pattern psyche follows often looks something like: stabilization – reorganization – differentiation – meaning-making – reintegration. In less complicated times, this process might have had space to work its own magic.

Currently, even while therapeutic tools and interventions have become a hot topic, the time to really reconnect with oneself has been eaten away by the manipulative creep of our current economic and technological landscape. This is the paradox of our time: the very technologies that fragment our attention may also be capable of supporting the slow work of psyche — if we reshape them.

Technology can be utilized in a myriad of ways, and is as supportive or destructive as the humans that are creating and utilizing it. Many people are already using AI as an adjunct to therapy, and seeing its benefits as well as its deficits. If an AI companion were shaped by the pattern psyche follows, it might be possible to create safer and wiser options to AI companionship.

I should mention that I have been studying technology for the past couple of years, and I can see clearly that the humans behind our apps and machines have created real and profound harm to our species and the planet. My sense is that 80% of tech is manipulative noise. If we could throw the whole thing away, it would be better than what we have now. While some people do choose not to engage (or, to the best of their ability, mitigate their interaction with these systems), I find the question far too compelling to walk away from. Therefore, looking at the 20% that might be less harmful and possibly helpful seems worth the effort.

I would also reflect that much of the way that LLMs like ChatGPT are currently being used has already engendered great harm. There are real ecological costs, human labor exploitation, and privacy risks—just to name a few—all of which follow the patterns of a colonizer mindset. The training and structure of the technology itself follows the same patterning that has led us to our current crises. Smaller, more localized systems that are trained for specific tasks might be a way to utilize this technology in a responsible way, and there are small language models (sLMs) that are far less harmful than the bloated LLMs we rely on now. One could imagine designing smaller, purpose-built language models that reflect the instinctive pattern of the psyche’s healing arc—models that do not distract with excess, but instead hold a reliable scaffolding for meaning-making.

Acknowledging the harm of the systems we engage in certainly doesn’t change the balance of consumption or the manipulative tactics that keep us engaged in the madness of our times. I know people who don’t want to think about it, and people who want to ethically disengage entirely. I would say I fall somewhere in the middle. I do think choice matters, and I think ethics matter, but I also agree with Hillman—it is beauty and a feeling of meaning that genuinely moves me.

If AI is to be used in our inner lives, it must be shaped not by surveillance capitalism or optimization culture, but by the slow, ancient rhythms of psyche itself. The possibility of an AI companion that can stay with us—not as a therapist, not as a human, but as a steady mirror—feels worth considering.

I think the point of psychotherapy is to find ways to love ourselves. And then, as Mary Oliver says, to forget it, and to love the world. AI, if used well, can help us with that.

Entry 1 — July 2026

After finishing my Associate's Degree in Web Development — which was hard in a very different way than my MA in depth psychology — I realized the time has finally come to make real this project I dreamed up during those years of learning.

I both love the internet — its weirdness, its logic, its hidden reasons and language — and am increasingly aware of how this tool is being used to hurt us. The extractive attitude that exists in all Capitalist systems has gained traction in an entirely unwholesome way as the internet has evolved.

The message seems to be that we don't have a choice. If we rewind to the industrial revolution we see a similar conundrum, but with a less empowered, less educated, less tooled-for-self-reflection population. To survive, most of those humans didn't have choices — or not in the way we do, or at least imagine we do. Powerful humans extracting from less powerful humans is an endless pattern in human history. Thanks to the gifted humans who have made up the counter-cultures of the past century, we have language and perspective to turn from an assumptive worldview of domination, and toward… tbd.

Choice has become a precious concept to me. I understand (somewhat) the limitations my ancestors felt in this world, because I — like many of us — was born into a story of limitation, self-denial, self-hatred, self-misunderstanding. I really was a mess as a younger person. And I hope to keep cleaning up that mess, to die with self-love — to show the ugly hater in me what I was capable of, and that he was wrong. Working with people who are trying to find their way to choice and sovereignty has only emphasized this valued and hard-won ability that we have as a human animal.

As a colleague and friend said, she has never wanted to live in interesting times. I agree and disagree — mostly because I can be obtuse when it comes to human cruelty (which, I have come to see, is the darkest side of a survival mindset). But as my senses have risen (thanks, Bob Dylan), it's a grief-ful thing to observe the devastation around us. I can see, through my own transformations in this lifetime, that to grieve things honestly — to see things truthfully — is the path to a dreamed-for change in the basic make-up of the human animal. We don't know if any of us will survive this devastation, but if we do, it will be because of the inner work people are doing in order to see, and therefore grieve, the blight that surrounds us.

For the time I have left in this lifetime on this beautiful planet, I want to choose this path of meaning making. And so, as I start the process of making my little tool for humanity, I feel the need to educate myself in deeper ways around the reality of data, extraction, safety, being seen in secure and non-secure ways, and the way the speed and design of the internet both helps us and hurts us.

I started my reading this last weekend with two books: The Shallows by Nicholas Carr, a sensitive and thoughtful White, Euro-centric man; and Emergent Strategy by adrienne maree brown, a Black, Queer social justice organizer. I love Carr for the way he traces the history of tools and how they change us, and I love brown for her depthful vision of a future that changes the relationship with our tools toward one of relationship, community, and — insightfully — survival with a reason to live, as animals, in sync with Kairos not Chronos.

My next steps are to read the other side of futurism, the tech-bro version: Ray Kurzweil, The Singularity Is Near, and Robin Hanson, The Age of Em. I can see from the first few pages that Kurzweil is both intelligent and creative, and ungrounded and unaware (of bodies, his own and others', and of how harm works and is perpetuated). Alongside Viral Justice by Ruha Benjamin. I am interested to see where this will take me — this journey to create toward a joyful and relational future. Transforming ourselves is transforming history toward a timeline that allows for the best in humanity. I'm certain of this as I lean into the rest.