Trying to Translate a Language No One Else Speaks
I’ve felt like what I imagine Einstein felt like in his generation.
Not because I think I’m a genius —
but because I’ve spent my life holding truths that didn’t have names yet.
Walking through a world that didn’t have the language for what I carried.
It’s not about intellect.
It’s not about brain type, wiring, diagnosis, or condition.
It’s not even about being conscious or unconscious.
But it is more meaningful — and far more easeful —
when the people I’m speaking to are awake.
When they’ve begun to see themselves clearly.
When they’re ready to ask for help — even if they don’t yet know how.
(I have tools and pathways for that. 🧰)
It helps when they’ve peeled back some layers.
When they’ve sat with their own discomfort long enough
to recognise the effort it takes for someone else just to stay standing.
When they can meet me with curiosity instead of control,
presence instead of performance. 🌱
Because some people will never hear the language or frequency I engage —
not because I’m too much,
but because they’re still locked into autopilot, immersed in surface-level noise —
unable to sit in silence,
tuned only to the static of survival. 🔊
Desperate for background noise just to function,
while I broadcast with intention — live and on demand. 📻
And I’ve stopped sending signals to places I don’t want to be aired. 🚫
Because this was never meant for everyone.
While some remember lockdown for the banana bread 🍌, Zoom quizzes 🎲, and kitchen discos 💃,
I was quietly building something else.
Not just a livestream. Not just music.
A sanctuary. 🛑💬🎶
A private, off-the-radar space for those who needed more than distraction.
They needed belonging. 💠
Connection.
Freedom.
It wasn’t about popularity, reach, or clout.
It was about loyalty, safety, honesty — and space to just be.
To dance 🕺, cry 😢, laugh 😂, chat nonsense 💬, or sit in silence 🤫 —
with people who got it, without ever needing it explained.
And some of those people? They’re still here, five years later.
Still tuning in — not for nostalgia,
but because they remember what it felt like to be seen, to be held, to be real.
Because this was never just a show.
It was a signal.
And I’ve always been broadcasting — whether anyone was ready to hear it or not. 📡
I understand people who’ve been holding it together for decades —
who “managed” on the surface until they couldn’t.
The go-to person. The high-functioning one.
The one who kept going until burnout, diagnosis, or breakdown brought everything to a halt.
I know what it’s like to unravel —
not from weakness, but from the weight of being unseen for too long.
And I know what it takes to rebuild —
with boundaries, with integrity, and with a quieter kind of courage. 🛠️
I’ve always known there was more.
More beneath the surface.
More between people’s words.
More behind the systems we’re told to trust.
I walk into spaces and feel what’s unspoken.
I sense where things aren’t working.
I name what others are afraid to admit — gently, but clearly. 🕯️
What feels obvious to me, others often miss.
But I can’t not see it.
And for years, I tried to make that “more” smaller.
Digestible. Neater. Quieter.
I learned to mask it. Shape it. Translate it.
But translation is exhausting when no one’s listening.
And carrying something bigger than you —
a vision, a knowing, a way of being —
is lonely when the world isn’t ready for what you carry. 🌌
Still… I carry it.
Because I can’t not.
If you’ve ever felt like you should want the neat resolution, the quick fix, the tidy ending — but don’t…
If you’ve ever felt torn between resting and rebuilding…
If you’ve feared your own freedom because of what it might cost you…
If you’ve silently screamed for change but had no idea where to begin…
You’re not broken — you’re breaking free. 🕊️
This isn’t about identity.
It’s about essence.
About living with a frequency inside you that doesn’t match the volume outside. 🔉💫
And yes, it’s heavy.
But it’s also sacred. 🌙
Because some of us came here to hold the blueprint for what could be —
long before the world had ears to hear it. 📜
So if you’ve ever felt misplaced in time…
If you’ve ever tried to explain yourself in a language no one else speaks…
If you’re carrying something that feels too big for your body some days…
This may not make sense to everyone.
It’s not supposed to.
But if it resonates — if something in your body says yes,
even if you don’t yet know why —
then know this:
I see you. I hear you. And I’m here. 🤝
Whether you’re still translating your truth or just starting to trust it,
you don’t have to do it alone. 💛