Let Go of the Shit That Suffocates Your Soul

Let Go of the Shit That Suffocates Your Soul

There is no spell powerful enough to override the poison you willingly keep breathing in.

You want liberation? Start here: cut the cords, smash the altar, burn the memory. You know exactly what I’m talking about that person, that pattern, that fear-soaked comfort you keep crawling back to like it’s a sanctuary, when really it’s your cage.

Let go of the shit that suffocates your soul.

Not gently. Violently, if you must. Ritualistically. With fire and teeth.

Because what you tolerate becomes your prison.

This isn’t a new moon love-and-light release spell. This is exorcism by willpower. This is a banishing of all that feeds on your radiance and leaves you hollow. The lies. The shame. The damn habit of shrinking yourself just to make others feel safe around your fire.

Ask yourself:

What have I outgrown but keep clinging to?

Who keeps draining me no matter how much I explain, beg, or bend?

What version of me do I keep embalming instead of burying?

You want your power back? You want your magic to finally land, your rituals to roar, your demons to serve?

Then let it die.

All of it.

The obligations soaked in guilt.

The love that’s really control.

The silence you hold like a shield.

Here’s your ritual:

Name it.

Burn it.

Walk away.

And don’t look back. Not even to curse it. It’s not worth the spit in your mouth.

The world doesn’t need another half-awake mystic whispering apologies for existing.

The world needs you soul bared, blades sharp, breathing fire again.

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