I used to think tools like Grammarly were lifesavers—especially when brain fog, fatigue, and sarcoidosis made every sentence feel like it had to fight its way onto the page. But somewhere between helpful corrections and unsolicited judgment, something shifted. This isn’t a tech review. It’s a breakup story about voice, truth, and why I finally chose myself over an algorithm.
Why I Broke Up with Grammarly—and Why This One’s Staying Final
Tate Basildon 