Buried, But Not Broken: My Fiery Rise from the Ashes

You tried to trap my light, but I turned it into a wildfire.

Trigger Warning: This article contains themes of domestic abuse, emotional manipulation, entrapment, and substance use. It may be distressing for some readers. Please take care while reading, and reach out to a trusted support system or professional resources if needed. 💛

Rising from the Ashes: Breaking Free from the Darkness

Have you ever caught fireflies in a jar, mesmerized by their glow, only to realize they were never meant to be trapped? That’s what you did to me. You captured me, held onto my light, and refused to let me go. Maybe we were soulmates meant to cross paths, but not meant to last. What started as passion, excitement, and what I mistook for love quickly turned into something far darker—anger, control, and entrapment.

I believed we were forever, but the truth was far different. You couldn’t accept that our time was fleeting, so you buried me alive, desperate to hold onto my light. Every time I tried to escape, you lashed out, punishing me for wanting something different. You locked me away from the world, keeping me as your own possession. I was lost in the maze you created, desperately searching for a way out, only to find myself retracing my steps—over and over, drowning in the cycle, my light fading with every failed attempt.

Trapped in your maze, I fought with all my might like a Viking warrior in battle. But no matter how hard I tried, you crushed me under your weight, like the gods above stomping down, blocking my path. I reached the point where I thought I couldn’t go on. I hid in the shadows, where you couldn’t see me, just to catch my breath and muster the strength to push forward again. But every time I found a way out, you yanked me back—pulling my strings, grounding me like a kite.

I began to accept my fate. To cope, I numbed myself with alcohol and pills. It was a sweet release, an escape, but it wasn’t real. You fed me just enough light to give me hope, only to crush it again. Rage, anger, and resentment consumed me. I wished for your downfall. I dreamed of the demons you loved so much rising up to drag you into hell. I wished for the end—any end—that would finally set me free.

You gaslit me into confusion, made me question everything, and left me delusional. We had been tied together for far too long, and the toll was unbearable. It pushed me to the brink, making me believe that ending it all was the only way to truly escape. You stifled my voice, tried to snuff out my light—but you made one fatal mistake.

You gave me my saving grace. A force that was mine and mine alone. She saw through you. She never fell for your tricks. She shared her light with me, feeding my spirit, guiding me toward true freedom. She was my beacon in the darkness, my way out of the maze. She nurtured me, built an army around me, and helped me find the strength to break free.

For too long, I was lost—barely surviving, just existing. But this escape is different. This time, I am severing the ties that bind us. You will not keep me anymore. My light has been fed by love, by hope, by the dreams I had forgotten. The will to live has sparked into a fire, raging and ready to burst free.

I am ready.

This time, I have enough strength to snuff you out. To cut the cord. To bury you instead. To say goodbye once and for all.

So here goes—goodbye.

Thank you. Thank you for showing me who I truly am. For proving how strong I have become. For teaching me how to love deeply, trust again, and protect my light. For forcing me to rebuild. For showing me the power of embracing help. Maybe we were meant to meet—not to last forever, but to learn, to grow, and then to let go.

I have released my anger. I wish you peace. I see now that you were lost in the dark, clinging to my light because you were afraid of your own shadows. I was your guiding star, and the thought of losing me terrified you. But I couldn’t save you. I couldn’t hold onto my own light and let you take it, too.

I hope you find your light before the darkness consumes you. But as for me, I am done. The fire inside me is blazing, unstoppable. I am not broken—no matter how hard you tried, you could not break me. From the ashes, I am reborn.

And here’s the part you never saw coming—I tricked you. You thought you had me trapped, but in the end, you gave me exactly what I needed. My saving grace. My guiding light. The strength to rise. And now, I am burning it all to the ground.

Watch me rise. Watch me fly. I am finally free.

If you or someone you know is struggling in an abusive relationship, please know that help is available. You are not alone. Reach out to someone you trust, a support group, or a professional who can help guide you to safety.

National Domestic Violence Hotline

📞 Call: 800-799-7233
💬 Text: "START" to 88788
🌐 Website: www.thehotline.org
🔒 Available 24/7, confidential, and free.

Additional Resources:

• Love Is Respect (for dating abuse support)
  📞 Call: 866-331-9474
  💬 Text: "LOVEIS" to 22522
  🌐 Website: www.loveisrespect.org

• RAINN (Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network)
  📞 Call: 800-656-HOPE (4673)
  🌐 Website: www.rainn.org

• StrongHearts Native Helpline (For Native American & Alaska Native survivors)
  📞 Call: 844-762-8483
  🌐 Website: www.strongheartshelpline.org

• The Trevor Project (For LGBTQ+ individuals experiencing crisis or abuse)
  📞 Call: 866-488-7386
  💬 Text: "START" to 678678
  🌐 Website: www.thetrevorproject.org

All of these resources offer confidential support, safety planning, and guidance on how to leave an abusive situation safely. You are not alone. 💛

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