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Lately, it feels like I’m walking through a fog—one that settles in my bones the second I step into work. I’m usually bright. Thoughtful. A little intense. A little weird. The kind of girl who sees too much, feels too much. A Virgo to the core—structured but soft, always trying to make sense of everything. I dream of harmony, of people who treat each other with care. I crave a kind of calm that lets me breathe.
But at work, I feel like shit.
It’s not the job—it’s the atmosphere. I clean. It should be simple, even peaceful. But the energy is heavy. Tense. Paranoid. I feel watched, like every step is judged. Like my silence speaks louder than it should. I thought this place would understand—that I’m in school, that I have a family, that I’m doing my best. But no. When I ask for a day off, I’m treated like I’ve done something wrong. Like my life outside of work is an inconvenience to them.
And I hate who I am there.
I shrink. I doubt myself. I flinch at simple questions like “how are you?” I’m too emotional, too soft, too scared of saying the wrong thing. My voice gets caught in my throat, and I become someone I don’t even recognize—someone who watches from the sidelines, instead of standing up.
But that’s not who I want to be.
I want to be clever. I want to be bold. I want to be the girl who raises her head, lifts her sword, and walks into battle like a storm they never saw coming. I want to be brave enough not to care who hates me. I want to stop trying to make everyone comfortable. I want to stop apologizing for being alive, for taking up space, for needing time, for having a voice.
I want to stand on my own two feet and not shake. I want to look people in the eye and not flinch. I want the strength to let people’s opinions bounce off me like arrows off armor. I want to weld my sword up high—my voice, my truth, my presence—and see them coward at the sight of someone who knows who they are.
I want to be the kind of woman doubt doesn’t dare to approach.
But how do I become her?
Right now, I hide in my mind to survive. I drift. I dream. While I clean, I disappear into other worlds—places where I matter, where I fight dragons and win. Places where my softness is power, not weakness. I imagine sunlight through trees, pages turning, hands that build, voices that lift. I lose myself in stories, music, moments that keep me afloat when reality makes me feel like I’m drowning.
Because the stress here—it's thick, like smoke. It taints people. It steals kindness. And I feel it trying to steal me.
But I won’t let it.
Somewhere in me, I know she exists—the girl with the sword. The girl who doesn’t beg to be heard—she commands it. The girl who isn’t afraid to be seen, even if being seen means being misunderstood. I want to become her. I will become her.
This place may try to bury me, but I’m not soil. I am fire. I am wind. I am something they cannot contain.
I'm looking for stories, podcasts, YouTube channels, Pinterest boards, quotes, music, communities, novels, and history that explore witches ✨, spirituality 🌙, energy 🔮, the moon 🌕, and personal practice 🕯️. I’m in search of something to anchor my thoughts—something that speaks to the soul, expands the mind, and opens a path through these sacred and mysterious realms 🌌.
I would love to hear personal stories—how a book, a song, a quote, or even a Pinterest post shifted your path, lit a candle in your practice, or helped you feel seen. Tell me what it taught you, what you carry with you, and what you hope it might teach me too.
Bless those who write, share, and create—thank you for your magic and your honesty 🕊️.
Share the stories that inspire you. The quiet ones. The wild ones. The ones that live between the lines of a poem, or in the soft silence after a good song fades out. I'm ready to listen.
Hi everyone,💖
I’ve been diving into the world of witchcraft and spirituality, and I’m discovering that while I have a deep belief in spirits, energies, and the existence of different dimensions, I don’t always see them—or feel them the way I expect to. I know there’s something more beyond the physical, and I’m starting to understand how lucid dreaming, clairvoyance, and intuition can all play a role in tapping into that hidden world.
But, here’s where I’m at—I can sense it, and I believe it, but the experience still feels just out of reach. I feel energy, have intuitive flashes, and sometimes, I wonder if I’m missing something crucial. How do I begin to bridge the gap between belief and actual experience? Is there a way to truly connect with spirits or sense other dimensions more clearly?
I’ve been thinking a lot about fairies and nature spirits, too. I feel a pull toward them but haven’t quite figured out how to build a relationship with those beings. I would love to hear from anyone who has explored these things more—how did you nurture that connection?
I guess my biggest question is: How do you begin to truly see the unseen?✨
Any guidance or stories would be so appreciated.
Thanks for reading.
Hello,
I wouldn’t quite call myself a witch, but I hold a deep respect and quiet love for the energy, intention, and time that the path requires. There’s something sacred in the way witches move through the world—with awareness, with reverence—and I often find myself drawn to that rhythm.
I’d say I’m spiritual, though I’m still figuring out what that means for me. I meditate, practice shadow work, visualize, and try to learn from the plants and herbs around me. I’m curious about things like numerology, even if I’ve been told to take it lightly—it still speaks to something inside me. I find signs in nature, patterns in the world, and meaning in small moments.
More than anything, I’m trying to understand myself—who I am, what I’m becoming, and how to walk through this life with purpose. I talk to trees. I listen to the wind. I feel the pull of the moon, and sometimes, I just sit with the earth and breathe. These moments feel like home, even if I can’t quite explain why.
Still, I don’t fully know what I am. I feel like I’m in-between, on the edge of something I can’t yet name. I’ve been quietly seeking—a community, a circle, a place where I can speak openly about the things I’m drawn to. I want to ask questions without judgment, share stories, learn from others, and maybe begin to understand what my path could be.
If anything, I want to belong—to something deeper, older, and more honest. I want to grow, step by step, into whoever I’m meant to become.
How I was burned by an evil eye
I just remembered a time when I accidentally drew the evil eye on my wrist and it burned. Because I’m an idiot I drew it again on my other hand and it still burned, so I drew something else on my hand with the same pen and it didn’t burn. I think I either got the evil eye or someone cursed me. I washed the eye off and saw that it had actually burned the eye onto my wrist. I had to used holy water, salt, and ashes on it. It didn’t go away until the next day. I’m not really sure how I feel about curses or such things, but I definitely am wary of evil eyes now.
tarot twitch panels! so fun :)
makes me want to make a whole set...
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