One of the reasons I started my witchy journey was following some traumatic and turbulent events. I’m going to share the moment I knew I was going down this witchy road and the story as to how I got here. We all start our journeys for different reasons, but here’s mine. TW: Sexual assault
I became a member of the 97% club a few months into 2018 and was in survival mode until late 2019. I wore a mask for a long time, hiding, protecting my inner self, letting survival mode Hilda take the reins. - *P.s Hilda is a bitch and we don’t like her.
But the cracks started to show, it was getting harder for me to put on a facade, I didn't want to wear a battle mask anymore, I wanted to be free, I wanted to be safe. But when you spend every working day with your club initiator in a close "tight-knit" team, gaining freedom wasn't that simple.
I was apprehensive to cast a spell at first, I was still unsure on whether spells were something I believed in. I knew, that if I wanted him out of my life, I would have to do more than report him.
I'd spoken to the police, about a year after the initiation, I went through the pain of trying to explain to them how I'd become a member of the club, the movements that were made, the argument that occurred before, the ignored, trembling no that left my frozen body.
I had nothing to lose. I wanted him banished from my life, to be gone and never seen again.
I found a spell I liked online, I chose a day, I chose another undecided witch, we cast, we drank, we burned, we buried, we waited. The spell wasn't fancy, we didn't have the exact anything, we used what we had.
I was unsure if it had worked, I felt different, I walked about in bright designer shoes and strutted around like I owned the office, he started working from home more, but there was still the odd occasion where we would bump into each other, unable to look at one another before manoeuvring out of each other's presence.
But about a month went by and I received a card on my desk. It took me a minute to realize that it was a leaving card for the club initiator. The friend that put the card on my desk knew everything, I will never forget the smile friendo gave me from across the room when I caught his eye.
The other witch still has the voice message of me overjoyed that the spell had worked, I would never have to see him again.
I made my peace. I haven’t seen him since. I was told yesterday my club initiator had moved countries. I wasn't aware of the massive weight that was hanging over my shoulders until it was lifted.
I am grateful that I will not ever see him again, a lot of club members don’t get that.
To those club members, you are so strong, you are powerful and remember that its okay to ask for help.
I’ve called myself a witch from the moment I read that card.
Moral of the story; Take back your power. Believe in yourself. Spells don't need to be fancy, but they do need you and intent. -V