Somebody cursed me and this is what happened
I go back and forth on sharing this story. Partly because the details are personal, partly because I don't feel like being gaslighted by people who don't believe in cursing, partly because there is a piece of my ego that wants to make sure that this person never, ever knows that she hurt me.
But I think that it's important information to spread through the witchcraft community because if you're involved with witches, there is a chance that you will get cursed. My hope here is not to scare you but to inform you both of how it happens and how it plays out.
I have bolded text in this that I consider to be the symptoms of the curse.
The first part of being cursed is that you have to know a witch or other magical practitioner. I met her through some friends of friends - she was rude to me from day one. It was very obvious that something about me triggered her. I tried to be nice despite it - I accepted her Facebook friends request, I tried to engage with her when we shared space with one another.
I just need to be clear from the beginning - somebody cursed me and I didn't deserve it. I hadn't done anything to her. I barely knew her. I actually really wanted to like her. Everybody had told me how much I would like her...
How it began: I got sick. Really sick. I have an over-active immune system so even when I do catch a virus, it tends to be quite mild. This was something else. I had a host of miss-matching symptoms that didn't add up to a diagnosis. Every test came back completely normal. I saw every specialist that I could (very rightfully quite worried about these symptoms that weren't going away) and none of them could find anything wrong with me. Despite this, my symptoms would persist for more than a year.
Then came the obsessive thoughts about her. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I thought that every woman on the street looked like her. It was like being in love except also the total opposite. The thoughts were strangely fearful, moody, and dark.
Then, I saw her. It had been a couple of months since I'd last been around her. She walked into a room that I was in and I had an instant panic attack. I went into full-on flight mode. That's...not particularly normal for me. (I have anxiety but its mostly a mild buzz not intense like that) I was starting to feel that something was wrong but at that point, I had no idea what it was.
A week later, my husband and I were setting up for an outside booth for my business and he slipped on a strip on wet grass and broke his back. Instead of a weekend of making $$$$, I spent the day in the ER which also cost $$$$. This stopped us from being able to attend a group event where said witch was going to also be.
My life immediately fell apart. My partner couldn't work which was costing us money and I hadn't made money at the show which had lost me the cost of attending the show itself. I was managing my house on my own and my cat was getting...very sick. Losing weight fast. Not walking right. Peeing in places that he shouldn't be.
$$$$ later, the vet confirmed that it was feline diabetes. So we buy him insulin, needles, a blood testing kit. In a Summer without income, even more $$$$. But it's okay - we love him, anything for our baby. We were glad for a diagnosis. But then he goes into remission suddenly and completely which causes him to almost die from hypoglycemia after we give him insulin and we have to rush him to the emergency vets on a Saturday afternoon - and it costs us, even more, $$$$.
In the middle of this, I do one show because I'd already paid for it and I can't bear the thought of losing more money to not attending things. I get a friend to help me set up since my partner is out of commission with a broken back. And we get a freak storm that drops EIGHT INCHES OF RAIN in a single morning which collapses and destroys my vendor tend. I have to replace it - again, costing me $$$$ in a Summer without income.
By now, I am sure that something is wrong. I have connected the Summer string of misfortunes to seeing this witch (and to that super weird panic attack) but I can't really understand why she would do something like this to me. I barely know her - I've met her 4-5 times top. I've been nice.
I enter the fall show season with trepidation but my job is my job, I need to do it. At my first show of the season, I notice something weird. It's like nobody even sees my booth. Every customer is just walking right by it. Not even looking. I want you to understand - I am an artist. My art is VERY COLORFUL. Even at shows when I don't make sales, my art garners attention. Lots of it. People treat my booth like an art museum (which I love and encourage).
But...nothing. Except, a feeling of being watched is growing down my spine. And she is in my head. I can feel her.
I think that I knew that day but even then, I gave her the benefit of the doubt. I just couldn't understand why she would have done something like this to me. It's not that I didn't understand or believe in cursing - it's just...I have principles. I would never curse somebody unless they deserved it. That was my first mistake - assuming that she would follow similar principles to me.
I went home and I did my normal magic. I protected my business. I burned a green candle to work on my prosperity. None of it really did much and I spent the rest of the fall at shows without a single customer. Not even a Lookie Loo.
The holiday season was approaching and I had two final shows to do. I was feeling more defeated than ever before. I was ready to quit. But I'm also an intuitive witch and I knew in my bones that this was not right, not natural. And so I created a trap. Still working my protective magics around my business, I wove some revealing magic into my workings. If this is witchcraft, let it be revealed.
My very last show of the season was at a local high school. I'd had a moderately good day (right before Christmas people will look at EVERYTHING at an art show). And who should come around the corner but this very witch in a complete tizzy. Think the Tasmanian devil from those old Looney Tunes cartoons. I greet her pretty much out of instinct and she gives me a look of death. For real - if looks could actually kill, I would not be here to tell you this story.
I've gotta tell you - if somebody gives you a look like that, trust them. They have just shown you their true selves. Whatever the reason (which, in the end, isn't really my business, is it?) she really, deeply hated me.
Even then, I went to see a reader who confirmed both the curse and the source (it turns out they knew her because magical communities are small and they were able to identify it as her without me having said her name).
I want to be clear before I continue that EVEN THEN, I reached out to her. I asked her to meet me somewhere to talk. I tried to make peace.
When that didn't work, I reversed her shit right back up her own ass. As was my right. I was fairly careful, too. I made sure to state that only things that she had sent my way be sent back to her (so that I didn't send her other misfortunes of mine which you can very easily do with a reversal spell). I even cast a protection spell on her husband so that he wouldn't break his back like mine had because this wasn't his fault.
My luck came back immediately. I started seeing an almost immediate increase in views and sales of my art. But more interestingly, and completely surprisingly to me (as I had not identified my sickness as an aspect of the curse) - all of my mystery symptoms went away. Overnight. As did my panic and generalized anxiety. And my obsessive thoughts about her.
I wish that there was a good moral to this story. But the truth is, no matter who you are, no matter how kind, or friendly, or open-hearted, some people won't like you. And, as I learned the hard way, if they are schooled in witchcraft and unstable - they might just curse you apparently for the fun of it(?). I'm still not anti-curse but if you ever wonder why I will double down so hard on doing your shadow work BEFORE you curse somebody, this is why.
And...fuck her. May she rot in hell. She hurt my husband badly. She almost killed my cat. And...for what? Because she was jealous? Because she's emotionally unstable?
Those aren't good reasons to curse people, kids.
A justified curse is a beautiful thing. But if you are out there all petty cursing randos, you might just accidentally curse a witch and...well then...you get what you deserve.