Glow by Lady E

I didn’t stop at the painting. I thought I would.

  S ome thoughts are easier to write than to say out loud. Tonight, I want you to slow down with me. No pressure. No perfect answers. Just honesty. There are moments we don’t always acknowledge right away. Moments when we felt… unseen. When we spoke and no one really listened. When we showed up and still felt like we weren’t fully there. So here’s something gentle you can sit with tonight. When was the last time you felt like background noise? Not just what happened. But how it felt in your body. What you needed in that moment… and what you didn’t receive. And maybe, if you’re ready… Did you stay? Or did a part of you quietly begin to pull away? Write it down. Don’t filter it. Don’t make it smaller than it was. This space is yours. If you want to explore this deeper, you can read my full piece here: 👉 When People Treat Me Like Background Nois e Maybe, like me, you’ll have some realizations and revelations about yourself that you’ve been trying to hide or bury. Maybe ton...

  I used to believe discipline meant pushing through.

I used to think showing up meant pushing.

I used to think being open was a strength. Saying yes. Responding quickly. Giving people the benefit of the doubt.

  I don’t announce my boundaries anymore. I don’t explain them. Don’t justify them. Don’t soften them so they land better. I just… move. Quietly. Consistently. Without asking if it makes sense to anyone else. Because I’m done.  Done with all that negativity and toxicity that some people keep throwing at me.  It didn’t happen all at once. There was no moment where I decided that’s it, I’m done. It was slower than that. Quieter. Like noticing how much of myself I kept offering just to be understood. It was an accumulation of events from the past year to the present.  An accumulation of feelings and neglect and disrespect.  Access used to feel like something I had to give. Freely. Openly. Without hesitation. My time. My energy. My thoughts. Always available. Always explainable. Always… reachable. Always ready to give, to do, to become.  Always ready to move. To stop what I’m doing. To please.  Until I noticed something. The ...

  “Background Noise” Acrylic on Canvas, Original Art by Lady E. I had a full day last Tuesday. I went out. I moved. I showed up. I did everything I was supposed to do. And when I got home, I thought I would write. But it didn’t feel right.