✨ Punished for My Peace: What They Didn’t Understand About My Intentions

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been someone who bridges gaps.

Between patients and providers.

Between coworkers who don’t know how to communicate.

Between artists and the audiences who never quite saw their full worth.

Between emotion and understanding.

My gift has always been observation and empathy. I listen deeply. I feel energy. And when there’s misalignment, I try to gently help people understand one another—not to cause drama, but to create peace.

But recently, I found myself at the center of a workplace conflict that made me question everything I was doing. I was accused of causing disconnect. Of “gossiping.” Of creating division. But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

The truth is—I was trying to help.

🧩 I saw misunderstandings building.

And with sincerity and compassion, I offered insight. Not blame. Not whispers. Just quiet wisdom to help protect the team dynamic I had once cherished.

But then someone new arrived.

And through subtle manipulation, they flipped the narrative.

They built connections in private while creating friction in public.

They used charm as camouflage, and when it suited them, they redirected every bit of tension toward me.

They manipulated the situation, presenting an outline that painted me as the problem.

Why they did it? I may never know.

But what I do know is that the version of events they shared was accepted—without ever allowing me to fully speak my truth.

What makes it more painful is this:

Those in positions of authority either weren’t fully aware of what was unfolding, or they chose not to intervene.

That silence—that absence of clarity—allowed a false narrative to take root and nearly overshadow the energy I had poured into my role from day one.

That broke a bridge that had been strong.

A bridge I helped build with consistency, kindness, and integrity.

Until this person showed up on the scene, that bridge stood firm.

💛 But now… I understand what happened.

I’ve been on a journey of self-awareness—and recently, I began to realize that I may be neurodivergent.

That my brain processes emotions, energy, and communication differently.

That I need time to settle in before learning something new.

That I filter information through emotional meaning.

That I see connections that others miss.

This realization has empowered me to understand why I feel things so deeply, why I struggle with disconnection, and why I’ve always been someone who tries to gently interpret people’s behavior through compassion instead of assumption.

Because when something doesn’t make sense to me—I seek to understand it.

I will research. I will join support groups. I will ask questions.

I don’t want to label or judge people—I want to better support them, and support myself through that deeper understanding.

What I did wasn’t wrong—it was intuitive care.

It’s the same insight that helped me uplift indie artists who felt overlooked.

It’s the same energy I brought to Flava Coffee House, to my radio platform, to every review I ever wrote, and to the voices I helped amplify.

I wasn’t being dramatic—I was being me.

✨ But here’s the hard truth:

Some people don’t understand peace.

They’re not used to being seen fully.

And when someone like me gently names the undercurrents in a space, they feel exposed—and lash out.

I now know that I wasn’t being “too emotional” or “too involved.”

I was simply too aware in an environment that wasn’t ready to honor that.

And the person who turned others against me?

They didn’t just disrupt a team.

They disrupted a safe space I had nurtured through empathy, intuition, and care—

the same way I’ve held space for artists, patients, and anyone whose voice needed lifting.

But let me be clear—they didn’t destroy everything.

They influenced a small circle of four individuals.

The majority of the clinics and teams I work with still value me. Still trust me. Still see me.

So I don’t need to rebuild completely.

I simply need to find a quieter, intentional way to continue showing up as myself in that space.

And I will.

🌉 I Come From Bridge Builders

My father was a bridge builder—both literally and spiritually.

And without realizing it, I’ve followed in his footsteps.

He wasn’t always understood.

Neither am I.

But we understood our purpose.

We were placed on this earth to help people cross divides.

To translate energy. To soften the edges of misunderstanding.

So being asked to shift into a less engaging space—

That stung.

It felt like being benched for doing the very thing I was born to do.

But I’m still here.

And I’m determined to find my way in this place I once loved…

To let that energy fade…

And to rise with peace in my heart and purpose in my steps.

🌻 So what do I do now?

I hold my head high.

I write the truth with peace, not venom.

I continue to support my patients, who feel my kindness.

I continue to champion artists and creatives, even if from a quieter place.

I continue to show up with integrity, even when others take shortcuts.

And I keep building a life that honors my inner wiring—not one that punishes it.

Because I’m not too much.

I’m not the problem.

I’m simply someone who sees and feels deeply—and still chooses peace.

Susan K aka Lady Flava