Reclaiming the Stage of Self-Preservation

There’s a moment - usually around 2AM, cigarette half-burnt in an ashtray you don’t even remember lighting - when you realize you’re tired of your own storyline. Tired of shrinking. Tired of explaining. Tired of breaking your own heart for people who never deserved front-row seats to your life.

You weren’t born to play backup in someone else’s concert (aka LIFE). You’re the fucking headliner.

Exit Stage Left: Leaving The Bad Behind

Let’s not sugarcoat anything anymore - being stuck in a bad relationship is like being trapped in a song that never hits the chorus (lol hypnosis 101). Just verse after verse of gaslighting, silence and empty promises.... and you? Just kept hitting replay, hoping it’d sound different the next time (look up Albert Einstein's definition of insanity).

No matter how many harmonies you layered over their lies, the truth kept bleeding through and when you finally stopped dancing to their tune?

That’s when the real music started.

Your New Self-Belief Bestie Is Louder Than the Crowd

Validation from others is like a cheap high - quick, addictive but never enough... but self-belief? She’s the real drug. The slow burn. The vinyl version. It’s Billie Holiday haunting a smoky room. It’s Joan Jett spitting into the mic. It’s Mazzy Star fading into you, looking in the mirror, smirking and saying, "Damn right I’m still standing and I bet that hurts you to see."

You don’t need a cheer squad. You need a bassline that reminds you who the hell you are.

Choose Your Band Wisely

Energy is everything (we know this - que Bob Proctor's The Law Of Vibration) and who you let into your space? That’s your band - and brand. Drop the dead weight. You don’t need people who throw shade when you shine. You need ride-or-die's who clap when your solo hits, who stay in tune when you switch keys, who push you to be louder, realer, wilder.

Think Fleetwood Mac after the breakups - still making magic.

Surround yourself with the ones who feel like the encore, not the opening act.

You’re Not Broken - You’re Remastered

You’re not starting over, babe. You’re remixing. You’ve got grit in your vocals now. A deeper sound. More edge in your lyrics. The kind of soul you only earn by crawling through fire and coming out like smoke on the water.... and it feels damn good when you do.

Let the past play on repeat for someone else. You’ve got new tracks to write.

You’re not made for the soft hands of people who don’t know how to handle a wildfire.

You’re art. You’re noise. You’re silence when it hits just right.... and this time? You’re playing for you. Turn it up.

xo,

Rae