How Toxic Freedom Got Started
By Tre’ Baity
It’s crazy how life works. I never thought the hardest battle I’d fight wouldn’t be overseas—but right here, inside my own body.
My wife, Ashley, and I spent over a decade in the Army. We flew drones and deployed three times—two tours to Iraq and one to Afghanistan. On our last deployment, we arrived at a base that had just been hit by a ballistic missile. The strike was over by the time we got there, but the aftermath was everywhere.
The gym walls were coated in thick, black soot. We walked past it every day, worked out in it, lived around it. No one said much. Eventually, a memo circulated listing all the toxins still lingering in the air—chemicals that had no business being near human lungs. But to us, it was just paperwork. We had a mission, and as soldiers, you push through and get the job done.
Then people started getting sick. Passing out. Seizing. Muscles breaking down. My own body began failing, and no one could explain why. I bounced in and out of hospitals, drowning in prescriptions—22 at one point. One day, while working out at the gym, I got a call from the ER: I needed to come in immediately. My labs showed I’d been having heart attacks and was likely having one right then.
I felt like I was dying—not just physically, but mentally, emotionally, spiritually. The meds weren’t saving me. They were numbing me. Slowly killing me.
At some point, I decided—I’m done. If I’m going out, it’s going to be on my terms.
I stopped everything. The medications. The endless appointments. The fear. I turned to prayer.
Then I turned to plants—herbs, smoothies, juicing, whole foods. I dove into learning about natural medicine, detoxing and ancient healing practices. I had to figure it out myself. Nobody else was coming.
And little by little… I started coming back.
The weight dropped. The prescriptions disappeared. My mind cleared. My spirit returned. My self returned. Through it all, Ashley was right there—my anchor, my warrior. She saw me at my lowest and believed in me when I barely could.
That healing sparked something bigger. We realized this wasn’t just our story. Countless people are silently suffering—facing mysterious health issues, feeling off but not knowing why.
That’s how Toxic Freedom was born.
It wasn’t about selling products. It was about giving people what we wished someone had handed us—a place where everything is clean, non-toxic and real. Products we trust enough to use on our son, in our home, in our lives.
We built www.toxic-freedom.com so everyone can easily access what we offer—no matter where they are. If you’re local, we provide convenient delivery right to your door in Destin, Fort Walton Beach and Miramar Beach—no traffic, no hassle. And if you’re further away, we ship nationwide with just a click, delivering clean, non-toxic living right to your doorstep.
Toxic Freedom is personal to us. We went to war overseas. Now we’re fighting a different war here at home—a war against silent toxins and ignorance.
And for healing. Real, lasting, deep healing.
That’s our mission now. And I know why we had to go through everything we did.
Because now, we’re finally doing the work we were meant to do.
Ready to make the switch? Visit www.toxic-freedom.com and bring clean, non-toxic living straight to your doorstep.
Tre’ Baity is co-founder of Toxic Freedom. He lives in Destin with his wife, Ashley, and their son.
How Toxic Freedom Got Started
By Tre’ Baity
It’s crazy how life works. I never thought the hardest battle I’d fight wouldn’t be overseas—but right here, inside my own body.
Ashley and I spent over a decade in the Army. We flew drones, deployed three times—two tours in Iraq and one in Afghanistan. On our last tour, we arrived at a base that had just been hit by a ballistic missile. The strike had already happened, but the aftermath was everywhere.
The gym walls were covered in thick, black soot. We walked past it every day, worked out in it, lived around it. Nobody really said much. Eventually, we got a memo listing all the toxins left over from the strike—chemicals no human lungs should ever breathe in. But to us, it was just paperwork. We had a mission, and as soldiers, you push through.
Then people started getting sick. Passing out. Seizing. Muscles breaking down. My own body was failing, and no one could explain why. I was in and out of hospitals, drowning in prescriptions—22 at one point. One day, I was at the gym when the ER called: I needed to get there immediately. My labs showed I’d been having heart attacks and was likely having one right then.
I felt like I was dying—not just physically, but mentally, emotionally, spiritually. The meds weren’t saving me. They were numbing me. Slowly killing me.
At some point, I decided—I’m done. If I’m going out, it’s going to be on my terms.
I quit everything. The meds. The endless appointments. The fear. I turned to prayer. Then I turned to plants—herbs, smoothies, juicing, whole foods. I studied natural medicine, detoxing, ancient healing practices. I had to figure it out myself. Nobody else was coming.
And little by little… I started coming back.
The weight dropped. The prescriptions disappeared. My mind cleared. My spirit came back. My self came back. Ashley was there for all of it—my anchor, my warrior. She saw me at my lowest and believed in me when I barely could.
That healing sparked something bigger. We realized this wasn’t just our story. So many people are silently suffering—mysterious health issues, feeling off but not knowing why.
That’s how Toxic Freedom was born.
It’s not about selling products. It’s about giving people what we wish someone had given us—a place where everything is clean, non-toxic, and real. Products we trust enough to use on our son, in our home, in our lives.
We opened our store in Destin, but it’s bigger than that. That’s why we built our website, www.toxic-freedom.com, so anyone can access it. If you’re local and don’t want to fight traffic, we ship. If you’re across the country, we ship too.
Toxic Freedom is personal to us. We went to war overseas. Now we’re fighting a different war here at home—a war against silent toxins and ignorance, and for real, lasting healing.
That’s our mission now. And I know why we had to go through everything we did: because this is the work we were meant to do.
It’s crazy how life works. I never thought the hardest battle I’d fight wouldn’t be overseas—but right here, in my own body.
Ashley and I did over a decade in the Army. We flew drones, did three deployments. Two to Iraq, one to Afghanistan. On our last tour, we arrived at a base that had just been hit by a ballistic missile. The impact didn’t happen while we were there, but the aftermath was still everywhere.
The gym had this thick, black soot on the walls. We walked past it every day. Worked out in it. Lived around it. Nobody said much. Eventually, we got this memo listing all the toxins that were still in the area from the strike—chemicals that had no business being near human lungs, much less in them. But to us, it was just paperwork. We had a mission. That’s how it is when you’re a soldier—you get it done, no matter what.
But slowly… people started getting sick. Passing out. Seizing. Muscles breaking down. My body was falling apart, and nobody could really explain why. I ended up in and out of hospitals, doctors stacking prescription after prescription—22 at one point. I remember one day, I was at the gym, everything was normal until the phone rang. I had gotten a call from the ER saying I needed to drop whatever I was doing and come in right away, that my labs from earlier that day were showing that I had been having heart attacks and was probably actively having a heart attack at that very moment.
I felt like I was dying. And not just physically—I could feel myself slipping away mentally, emotionally, spiritually. The meds weren’t saving me. They were numbing me. Killing me slower.
At some point, I decided… I’m done. If I’m going out, it’s gonna be on my terms.
I stopped everything. All the meds. The visits. The fear. I turned to prayer. And then I turned to plants. Herbs. Smoothies. Juicing. Whole food diet. Healing protocols. I started reading, studying—learning about natural medicine, toxins, detoxing, ancient healing systems… I had to figure it out myself. Nobody else was coming.
And little by little… I started coming back.
I lost the weight. Got off all the meds. My clarity came back. My spirit came back. My self came back. Ashley was right there through the whole thing—my anchor. My warrior. She saw me at my worst and still believed in me when I barely could.
That healing sparked something bigger. We realized this wasn’t just our story. A lot of people are going through this—silent suffering, mysterious health issues, feeling off but not knowing why.
That’s how Toxic Freedom was born.
It wasn’t about selling stuff. It was about handing people what we wished someone had handed us. A place where everything is clean, non-toxic, and real. Products that we trust enough to use on our son, in our home, in our lives.
We opened the store in Destin, but it’s way bigger than that. That’s why we built the website—www.toxic-freedom.com—so people anywhere can access this. If you live nearby but don’t wanna fight traffic, no worries at all—we ship. If you’re across the country, we got you too.
Toxic Freedom, to us. It’s personal.
We went to war overseas. Now we’re fighting a different kind of war—right here at home.
A war against silent toxins. Against ignorance.
And for healing. Real, lasting, deep healing.
That’s our mission now. And I know why we had to go through all of that.
Because now, we’re finally doing the work we were meant to do.
