17/12/2025
Dear Ego,
We are onto you.
We’re onto the way you talk like you’re in charge.
We’re onto the way you comment on everything — what we should have said, what we should have felt, why we’re behind, why everyone else seems to be doing better, why now isn’t the right time again.
We’re onto the confidence, too.
The absolute certainty you speak with, despite having zero authority.
We’re onto how you replay old conversations like breaking news.
How you predict outcomes you have no evidence for.
How you panic early, rush decisions, catastrophise quietly and call it “being sensible.”
We’re onto the invisible fences.
Rules no one agreed to.
Limits that sounded reasonable at the time and somehow became the perimeter of our life.
We’re onto the emotional tug-of-war.
Telling us not to get too big for our boots — then turning around and telling us we’re not enough.
Dangling the idea of “maybe one day” while making sure today never quite qualifies.
We’re onto the ladder you keep pointing at.
Always one rung higher.
Always just out of reach.
More money. More love. More security. More proof.
Enough is never enough when you’re running the numbers.
We’re onto the way you meddle in relationships.
Setting expectations.
Moving goalposts.
Selling fairy tales and then criticising the reality for not matching them.
We’re onto the fear dressed up as realism.
The urgency without a deadline.
The warnings without wisdom.
And here’s the part you didn’t plan for.
When you speak now, something else is present.
Not arguing with you.
Not trying to fix you.
Just watching.
Seeing the pattern.
Seeing the spiral.
Seeing you mid-sentence.
We’re not angry.
But we are evening things out.
You’re still here.
That’s okay.
Thank you.
But you’re not running this anymore.
As above, signed below. 👇♾️👀🙏🕊🫶
L🥰