Welcome, love.

You’ve been carrying too much.

His voice.

Her silence.

The version of you that thought maybe it would change.

Tonight, we set it all on fire.

Not literally—no bail money in the budget.

But here, in this midnight space, you get to burn it down… safely.

So. Find your stillness.

Sink into whatever holds you.

Feel gravity hugging you.

The earth has you.

⸻

Let’s breathe it out, together.

Inhale—

like you’re pulling oxygen through every crack in your armor.

Exhale—

like you’re finally blocking his number.

Again. Inhale…

like you’re filling lungs that forgot what freedom tasted like.

Exhale…

like you’re sighing after sex with someone who actually knows what foreplay is.

Inhale… like you’re filling yourself with oxygen that was never meant for anyone else.

Exhale… like you’re finally deleting his number.

Inhale… like your lungs know exactly how strong you are.

Exhale… like you’re throwing guilt into the fire.

Inhale… like you’re taking back every piece of yourself you gave away.

Exhale… like you’re done begging to be chosen.

Inhale… like you’re remembering who the fuck you are.

Exhale… like you’re sighing after finally slamming the door.

Inhale… courage.

Exhale… chaos.

Inhale… freedom.

Exhale… shame.

Inhale… clarity.

Exhale… his last excuse.

Keep going.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Like the tide.

Like proof you survived 

Keep breathing.

In—expand.

Out—release.

In—receive.

Out—let it rot in the fire.

⸻

Picture yourself standing on a dirt path.

The night air is cool, alive.

The moon is full, nosy as ever.

Ahead, the glow of a fire calls you.

Step closer.

Slowly.

You can feel your chest loosening already.

Each step is a choice.

Each step is you leaving their version of you… behind.

Tonight… you walk toward your own freedom.

⸻

The flames rise up to greet you.

They’re not dangerous.

They’re hungry.

Hungry for the lies you were told.

Hungry for the nights you begged to be seen.

Hungry for the parts of you that tried so damn hard to be enough.

Look down.

In your hands, you’re holding scraps of everything you’re done with.

The red flags you painted white.

The text messages you shouldn’t have answered.

The guilt trips you almost believed.

The shame you were never meant to carry.

One by one, toss them into the fire.

Watch them curl and blacken.

Watch them disappear.

Throw in his ghosting.

Throw in their jealousy.

Throw in the years you thought you wasted.

Listen—

that sound?

That’s your old self breaking free.

———

Stay here for a moment.

Watching the flames.

Breathing into the emptiness that’s left behind.

Notice how much lighter your chest feels.

Notice how your jaw isn’t clenched anymore.

Notice that in this moment,

there is nothing to fix.

Nothing to prove.

Nothing left to chase.

Just you.

Warm.

Safe.

Whole.

When you’re ready, take a deep breath in—

and exhale like you’re walking away without looking back.

The fire has it now.

And you… are free

⚠️ Disclaimer

This meditation is for entertainment and self-reflection purposes only. It is not a substitute for professional mental health, medical, or safety advice. Please use caution if you choose to light an actual fire — or better yet, keep it in your imagination. By listening, you agree that the creator is not responsible for any harm, decisions, or outcomes that may result from using this content.