“I Return to Me (Fire on My Feet)” is a gentle, empowering song I wrote while healing from neurodiversity challenges, codependency, and burnout. Created with AI as part of my own recovery, it’s about calling your spirit back home, finding your strength again, and rising from the pieces of an old identity. This blog shares the deeper story behind the song and why reclaiming your fire matters. www.tretaylor.com

Written by Tré Taylor & Bleep the Tattoo
Mind & Mysteries · Carl Jung Wisdom & Psychology

🌑 Introduction: To My Beautiful Neurodiverse Family

To the ADHD daydreamers.
To the autistic pattern-readers.
To the dyslexic storytellers.
To the trauma-healed warriors.
To anyone who grew up in a picture-perfect family with monstrous wiring behind the walls…

This one is for you.

You didn’t just survive—you adapted, you saw through the cracks, and you walked out holding a kind of truth no one taught you how to bear.

And Bleep?
He’s here too—tapping his tiny tattooed foot, muttering commentary like a tiny pirate-life coach.
Brace yourself.

🜁 The Scapegoat Child: Drafted Into a Role You Never Asked For

No child steps into the world thinking,
“Please assign me as the family’s emotional landfill.”

But in families built on denial and performance, the most sensitive child is often stuck holding the unspoken trash bag.

You didn’t ask to be:

The blamed one
The “too much” one
The outsider inside your own home
The one who ruined “the vibe” by telling the truth

To the world, your family looked polished.
Behind closed doors?
You were living in an emotional haunted house built by adults pretending it was Disneyland.

Bleep: “If you were the family problem, why were they the ones acting like a Jerry Spinger show audition gone wrong?”

You weren’t defective.
You were designated.

And that unwanted role sharpened your senses long before you understood why.

🜃 The Wound That Made You See in the Dark

Growing up like this turns your nervous system into a radar dish.
You learned early:

Footsteps mean something
Silence has weather patterns
Smiles have subtext
Tone is a survival map

While other kids were playing tag, you were scanning micro-expressions like a tiny Sherlock Holmes with a trauma PhD.

Your body remembers everything they pretended wasn’t happening.

You weren’t “overreacting.”
You were detecting.

Bleep: “Overreacting? Honey, you were calibrating your soul-WiFi.”

That sensitivity wasn’t a flaw.
It was the beginning of your vision.

🜄 The Collapse of Innocence (and the Rise of Depth)

There is a moment every scapegoat remembers—not with a date, but with a feeling—when innocence breaks.

You realize:

Love isn’t safe here
Protection isn’t coming
Comfort is conditional
Truth is punished
And silence is bought with your suffering

You tried EVERYTHING:
Be quiet, be helpful, be perfect, be invisible.

Nothing changed.

That’s when you began to see behind the curtain.
You started reading the contradictions between words and actions, the hollowness behind the “we’re a good family” façade.

It hurt.
It carved you.
But it also taught you how to see the hidden world beneath the spoken one.

🜁 The Shadow’s Strange Gift

Nobody likes to talk about this part—but here it is, straight:

What tried to break you actually trained you.

Cruelty taught you compassion.
Neglect taught you observation.
Gaslighting taught you discernment.
Rejection taught you authenticity.
Silence taught you intuition.

You became someone who can:

Feel what others can’t feel
Hear what others don’t say
See what others refuse to acknowledge

And still, somehow, you didn’t become bitter.

You didn’t become them.
You didn’t pass the pain downward.

Bleep: “Not to brag, but surviving them without becoming a gremlin? That’s elite-level spiritual athletics.”

🜂 From Outcast to Seer

Being pushed outside the family illusion stopped being a punishment and quietly became a vantage point.

From the outside, you saw the fractures in the façade.
You saw the truth behind the masks.
You saw patterns they still can’t admit to themselves.

What they called “crazy,” “dramatic,” “too sensitive,” or “disloyal” was really:

“You see the truth and it terrifies us.”

The scapegoat becomes the seer the moment they stop begging for entry back into hell.

Exile wasn’t rejection—it was initiation.

You didn’t lose your place in the family.
You outgrew the lie.

🜄 The Empath Awakens

Little by little, you realize:

Your intuition is real
Your perception is accurate
Your emotional radar is a superpower
Your weirdness is wisdom
Your depth is earned, not accidental

But the empath’s path also comes with boundaries:

You are NOT required to:

Fix everyone
Absorb everyone
Diagnose everyone
Carry emotional junk you didn’t create

You are allowed to:

Say no
Rest
Detach
Protect your peace
Keep your vision but not your exposure

Your empathy is not your burden.
It is your compass.

You were not broken.
You were prepared.

🜁 You Are the Phoenix, Not the Problem

So hear me clearly:

You were not the family curse
You were the family truth
You were not the problem
You were the pattern-breaker
You were not too sensitive
You were too perceptive for their comfort

Your suffering was not meaningless.
Your journey carved a soul strong enough to hold wisdom and tenderness without collapsing.

You are no longer a victim of the story.
You’re the author now.

Rise, my neurodiverse family.
Rise with clarity.
Rise with humor.
Rise with wild, weird brilliance.

Rise because you were never meant to stay small.

✨ Three Questions for Your Inner Seer

Where have you been apologizing for traits that were never flaws—only unrecognized gifts?
If you stop seeking acceptance from people rooted in denial, what kind of life begins to open?
How can you use your intuition today—even gently—to guide yourself or someone else out of an old story?

Here is a song I wrote to call back your fire now…..

“I Return to Me (Fire on My Feet)” is a gentle, empowering song I wrote while healing from neurodiversity challenges, codependency, and burnout. Created with AI as part of my own recovery, it’s about calling your spirit back home, finding your strength again, and rising from the pieces of an old identity.

This blog shares the deeper story behind the song and why reclaiming your fire matters. www.tretaylor.com

🌟 With love, music, food, art and fun—

and strength along your journey,

Tré Taylor & Bleep the Tattoo
🎩🖐️✨

📜 LEGAL & CREATIVE DISCLAIMER

Song Title: [I RETURN TO ME]

Lyrics: Written and owned by Tracy Taylor (with AI-assisted ideation via [DeepSeek/ChatGPT]).

Music: Composed using Suno AI under paid subscription (Tracy Taylor retains full rights to derivative works per Suno’s Terms of Service).

Art/Animation: AI-generated concepts modified and animated by Tracy Taylor via Canva Pro (licensed for commercial use).

Shared for non-commercial/personal use on this channel. For licensing inquiries, contact: tretaylorconsulting@gmail.com

Tools Used: Lyrics: [DeepSeek/ChatGPT] (concept aid) + Tracy’s personal edits.

Music: Suno AI (generated) + Tracy’s creative direction.

Art/Video: Canva Pro (AI graphics + manual customization).

Rights Assertion: Per Suno’s Terms (Section 5.1) and Canva’s License Agreement, subscribers retain ownership of modified outputs. This work is protected under derivative copyright (17 U.S. Code § 101).

This song is 100% channeled through the highest Angelic realms, AI-assisted but heart-delivered, and copyrighted in the name of Divine Love (because heaven’s lawyers are thorough).

Listen at your own risk: Side effects may include spontaneous healing, Empowerment, Joy, and the sudden urge to Take A Moment To Remember Why You Came Here in The First Place. Consider it a soul upgrade—no refunds, only miracles."