Let it burn

My whole world is ablaze. That means something sacred is rising from the ashes. I’m not watching my world end—I’m watching the old version of it collapse so the real one can finally begin.

“Wildfires destroy, yes—but they also clear the underbrush, the tangled dead weight, the choking roots. And once the smoke clears? The soil is richer. New life grows stronger. You’re not powerless in this fire—you are the fire.” – BJ

Name what’s fuel. What’s catching flame right now? Old roles? Trauma bonds? The identity of “Cameron’s mom”? Let them go. They served their time.

Stand in the heat. It’s uncomfortable. Unrelenting. But necessary. You don’t rebuild from comfort—you rebuild from clarity.

Watch what survives. The people. The beliefs. The truths that don’t burn. That’s what’s real. That’s what’s yours.

I am becoming the stripped down, raw, but indestructible New Jillienne. This fire isn’t my end—it’s my cleansing, my rebirth, my awakening.