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Still Here, Still Healing: A Dispatch from the Pause

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There’s a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from doing the hard things with no backup plan. From carrying everything on your own back while trying to build something that might carry you instead. And if you’ve been following along, you probably noticed—I haven’t blogged since July 3rd. Not because I didn’t care. Not because I ran out of things to say. But because it’s been one hell of a few weeks . It all came to a head when the pain finally demanded center stage— unignorable, consuming, constant . I had to dial everything back, even the things that mattered, just to stay afloat. And at the same time, I had to face the brutal truth: I still have to keep going , pain or not. Do you know how hard that is for someone already fighting depression and anxiety on a daily basis? It’s like trying to climb out of a pit with sandbags tied to your arms—only now the pit is also on fire. And then the roof started leaking . Literally. The final offense in a long, moldy, crum...
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🖤 The Nation Fell Quietly, Like Rot Beneath the Floorboards

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Of all the things I never expected to survive, it wasn’t a car crash or a cancer scare. It wasn’t heartbreak or hardship or the sharp, grinding ache of poverty. It was this . The slow, crumbling collapse of a nation that once dressed itself in glory. Not with fireworks and fanfare, but with muffled headlines and legal technicalities. With court decisions cloaked in rhetoric and backroom deals inked in blood. A republic doesn’t need to burn to fall—it just needs to forget its own mythology. And baby, we are deep in the forgetting. For those of us surviving in the in-between I live in the liminal—between broke and broken, between surviving and spiraling. I don’t have a safety net or a golden parachute woven from lobbyist silk. I have duct tape, recycled spells, and the unshakeable will of a witch who’s been on the brink too many times to flinch. So when today’s news broke, I didn’t gasp. I didn’t scream. I just exhaled—quiet and guttural. The kind of sound you make wh...
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🕯️ I Can’t Stay Here Anymore

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A Decade. A Bar. A Breakdown. A Beginning. At the end of June, a milestone passed. Ten years. Ten years of pouring pieces of myself into a dream that never quite took shape the way I’d hoped. Ten years of running a bar with my sister, fighting to make something sustainable, creative, and community-rooted in a system that rewards burnout and punishes softness. For most of those ten years, I was also in a relationship that drained me in quieter, more insidious ways. The kind of relationship where you wake up one day and realize you don’t recognize your voice anymore. That ended two years ago. But the echoes of it? The collateral damage? Still here. Still haunting the house I rented thinking it could become a home. 🏚️ The Haunted House I moved into this place with hope. It had space. It had charm. I thought, “Maybe this is where I rebuild.” Instead, it became a graveyard for all the things I tried to salvage: The relationship The business My sanity My self-wor...
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✨ Unshrink Yourself: Reclaiming Power Like a Hex-Wielding Phoenix ✨

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You’ve spent years making yourself small. Small enough to fit someone else’s comfort zone. Small enough to avoid their anger, their judgment, their disappointment. Small enough to survive. And that shrinking? It wasn’t weakness. It was strategy. It was protection. It was magic of its own—the magic of endurance. But you were never meant to stay small. You were never meant to fold yourself into corners. You were never meant to live in the space between your own dreams. It’s time to unshrink. To take up space. To spread your singed wings, rise from the ash, and hex the hell out of the expectations that tried to cage you. 🔥 Why We Shrink Ourselves From childhood, from trauma, from patriarchy, from capitalism, from systems designed to keep us small—we learn to shrink. We learn that quiet is safer than loud. That agreeable is safer than fierce. That invisible is safer than seen. We shrink to survive. But survival is not where the story ends. 🕯 Signs You’re Still Shri...
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✨ Low-Spoon Rituals for High-Level Healing: Because You’re F*cking Exhausted ✨

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You don’t need a full moon, a perfectly arranged altar, or a six-hour ceremony to heal. You need magic that meets you where you are—curled up in bed, still in yesterday’s clothes, too tired to light a candle without groaning. This is for the witches who are burned out, spoonies, the neurospicy, the survivors. The ones who are so damn tired but still reaching for something sacred. 🕯 Why Low-Spoon Magic Matters Healing shouldn’t require energy you don’t have. The idea that you have to “do it right” or make it elaborate can keep you stuck, feeling like even your magic isn’t good enough. Small, simple acts hold huge power—especially when survival is the ritual. 🌙 Low-Spoon Ritual Ideas One-breath blessings: Just one slow breath, done with intention. Over your coffee, your meds, your water. That’s a spell. Pocket charms: Keep a charged stone, bead, or coin in your pocket or under your pillow. Grip it when you can’t do anything else. Whispered spells: No tools, no s...
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✨ Emotional Regulation for Neurospicy Witches (No Deep Breaths Required) ✨

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Raise your hand if you’ve been personally victimized by the phrase “Just take a deep breath.” For neurospicy witches, that advice feels about as useful as telling a wildfire to calm down. When your nervous system is short-circuiting, breathwork isn’t the vibe—it’s just another reminder that you’re “too much” for a world built for quiet, polite magic. This isn’t about finding serenity in a meadow. It’s about sacred stimming, rage-crying in the bath, cursing into your tarot deck, and reclaiming emotional regulation on your terms. 🌩️ Why “Calm Down” Doesn’t Work (and You’re Not Broken) Neurodivergent brains process emotions differently —bigger, louder, wilder. Breathwork, mindfulness, and “just regulate” advice can backfire , leaving you feeling more out of control. The shame spiral: When you can’t “just calm down,” you start believing you’re failing—at healing, at witchcraft, at life. You’re not. The world is just bad at teaching you how to regulate in ways that fit your br...
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✨ Love and Light Can Burn You Out: The Witch’s Guide to Spiritual Bypassing ✨

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You can’t “high vibe” your way out of burnout. You can’t smudge away systemic oppression or positive-think your trauma into oblivion. You can’t light enough candles or chant enough mantras to make reality less… real. If you’ve ever been told to “just send love to it” or “raise your vibration” when your soul is dragging itself through the mud—you’ve met spiritual bypassing . And if you’re not careful? It’ll burn you out faster than any hex could. 💀 What the Hell is Spiritual Bypassing? Spiritual bypassing is when we use spiritual practices or beliefs to dodge the hard, messy, painful stuff we don’t want to face. It’s pretending we’re above anger, grief, or fear. It’s slapping a “love and light” sticker over a cracked foundation and hoping no one notices it’s falling apart. In witchy spaces, it can look like: “Everything happens for a reason.” “Good vibes only.” “You just need to align your energy.” “Manifest it—don’t dwell on it.” And while these ideas might sound h...
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