🔥 90 Days: The Detox Window They Don’t Tell You About

Avalon Karatau
May 10
2 min read

This isn’t just about breaking up—it’s about breaking the spell.

When you've dated a narcissist or a toxic partner, you weren’t just in love. You were trauma-bonded. Addicted. Dosed with highs and lows like a poker machine on wheels.

And what happens when you quit a toxic substance? Withdrawal.

Your brain, body, and spirit go into shock. You're not just missing them—you’re missing the illusion they sold you.

💥 Enter: the 90-day reset.

This is when you:

Stop checking their socials.
Stop blaming yourself.
Stop calling it love when it was actually manipulation wrapped in false promises and goodnight texts.

And most importantly—you start hearing your own voice again.

🌕 Flip It: From the Wound to the Weapon

Those 90 days? They’re your sacred cocoon. You’re not healing for a man. You’re not fixing yourself to be “worthy. ”You’re becoming the gold in your own cracked cup. (Remember that?)

It’s in this reversal—this flipping of the script—that you realize:

🖤 The right person won’t feel like adrenaline.🖤 They won’t make you question your memory.🖤 They’ll feel like peace, not a project.

And the reason you couldn’t recognize them before?

Because chaos felt like home.

💄Reverse It: The Femme Fatale Phase

Let me be your shadow-walking, barefoot-in-the-bush therapist for a second: The moment you stop begging, chasing, fixing, and overexplaining…That’s when you step into your Dark Femme Era.

You no longer ask:

“Why didn’t he love me?”

You ask:

“Why did I love someone who didn’t love themselves?”

💅 That’s power. That’s rebirth. That’s not therapy in a room with fluorescent lights—that’s healing under the stars with your ancestors whispering, “Get up, girl. He was never your equal.”

🧠 This Ain’t Your Grandma’s Psychology

What I teach breaks the rules. We don’t talk “attachment styles” here like it’s a Buzzfeed quiz.We talk:

Nervous system rewiring.
Self-hypnosis through mantra and movement.
Radical mirror work while screaming affirmations into the trees.
Dancing barefoot while asking, “WHY am I so damn amazing?” And guess what? It works. Without meds. Without codependency. Without shame.

⏳ Why the RIGHT One Comes After 90 Days

When you stop bleeding on people who didn’t cut you, you make space for someone who actually knows how to hold your gold, not smash your cup.

By day 90, you’re not desperate. You’re discerning.

You don’t swipe for validation. You walk into a room and make them earn your peace.

That’s why the right one doesn’t appear until you disappear from the version of you who tolerated breadcrumbs. They don’t show up to rescue. They show up when you’ve already rescued yourself.