🔥 The Burn: How Destroying the Old Story Can Set You Free from Alcohol
Let’s stop pretending healing is always pretty.
You don’t need another bath bomb, another journaling prompt, another therapist nodding at you from across a softly lit room.
You don’t need more coping skills.
You need a fking match.
You need to watch the old version of yourself go up in flames.
Because let’s be honest:
The version of you that almost quits drinking…
That says “just one” every time…
That hides empties in laundry baskets…
That dreams big but wakes up small…
That version?
She’s not coming with you.
🔥 Burn the Story That’s Been Owning You
You’ve been walking around like a character in someone else’s script.
A side role in your own damn life.
Who wrote it?
The coach who told you you’d never be good enough?
The parent who loved you conditionally?
The voice in your head that learned how to whisper insults louder than truth?
Rip it out.
Page by page.
Lie by lie.
You don’t fix a story like that.
You light it up.
🔥 You Are the Phoenix
When the Phoenix dies, it doesn’t just fade.
It ignites.
It combusts. It screams. It erupts into a violent blaze—
Not because it failed,
But because it was time to become something new.
You’re not healing. You’re erupting.
You’re not recovering. You’re resurrecting.
The ashes? Not the end.
They’re your fuel.
Your runway.
This isn’t about returning to who you were before alcohol.
It’s about becoming who you were always meant to be—
The one who rises.
Flaming. Fierce. Free.
🔥 I Know Because I Did It
There was a night—maybe like tonight—when I opened my sock drawer looking for my headlamp and found a wine bottle instead.
I had stashed it there like a loaded gun, just in case I decided to destroy everything again.
Safety and sabotage, side by side.
Running was my freedom.
Drinking was my cage.
And somehow, I kept both in the same drawer.
Until I didn’t.
That night I wrote out every lie I believed:
“You’re weak.”
“You’ll never finish anything.”
“You’re a fraud in every room you enter.”
I took those pages outside and burned them like they were evidence.
Because they were.
Evidence of a life I was done living.
And then I ran.
It wasn’t far. It wasn’t fast.
But it was mine.
🔥 You Don’t Need Permission. You Need Velocity.
Run ugly.
Run angry.
Run slow.
Hell, walk if you want to.
Just don’t stay still.
Staying still is how you get swallowed.
You are not in recovery.
You are in rebellion.
Recovery is what they call it.
But you’re not recovering anything.
You’re building something no one’s seen before.
You’re not patching a wound.
You’re forging a weapon.
🔥 Your Old Self Doesn’t Deserve to Come
That soft voice that says,
“Be gentle… you’re doing your best…”
Cool.
But I’m not talking to her right now.
I’m talking to the savage inside you.
The version of you who’s sick of starting over.
Sick of lying to herself.
Sick of proving her worth in whispers.
She’s ready to roar.
Burn the girl who begged for peace.
Be the woman who fights for freedom.
🔥 What to Do Right Now
Don’t wait for sunrise.
Don’t wait until you “feel ready.”
You will never feel ready.
Here’s what you do:
Get your shoes.
Step outside.
Feel the heat rising in your chest.
Take one furious, beautiful, defiant step.
Then another.
That’s your Freedom Lap.
Not for a medal.
Not for Instagram.
For the version of you who was buried alive and is clawing her way back.
🔥 Burn. Run. Rise.
If this lit a fire in you, good.
Because fire clears space for something new.
If you’re ready to stop “trying” and start becoming…
If you’re ready to torch the lies and train like a runner with something to prove…
Join the Freedom Academy:
21 Days to Burn, Run, and Rise.
No PRs.
No finish lines.
Just the raw, red-hot truth:
You are not broken.
You are becoming a new and way more badass version of you.
Let’s burn the old story together.
And then?
Let’s run straight into the new one.
🔥
Amber, a.k.a. Freedom Runner 111
Always on your side.
Never letting you settle.
