The Trigger Isn’t the Threat: A Witch Wound Reflection - Week Two – Safety & Sabotage

Ever been told you’re too sensitive or too reactive—when all you did was name the thing no one else wanted to look at?

That’s not drama. That’s clarity.
But clarity makes cowards squirm. And when they flinch, they frame you as the threat.

Let’s talk about the witch wound that hides behind “being nice” and “keeping the peace.”
It’s not actually peace if you have to disappear to keep it.

They didn’t teach you safety.
They taught you to be agreeable enough to survive discomfort you didn’t cause.

You weren’t loud—you were clear.
You weren’t sabotaging—you were surviving.
You weren’t broken—you were bending around other people’s fear.

But here’s the truth, beloved wild thing:

🧨 You’re not the threat.
You’re the spark. The flare. The damn signal fire.

And they didn’t like what that light revealed—so they told you to dim it.
And you? You internalized it. You learned to shrink. To soften. To pre-apologize.

This week’s Ko-fi prompts are for the version of you who vanished too soon.
The one who was loyal to silence because it felt safer than rejection.
The one who ghosted her own dreams to be loved in pieces.

Because real safety?
It doesn’t demand your invisibility.
It doesn’t punish your volume or clarity or light.

It holds space for your full, feral, flame-lit self.

So light a candle.
Write the letter.
Rewrite the spell.
Dare to be seen—even if it makes them flinch.

🩸 This week’s shadow prompts on Ko-fi are your un-shrinking spells. They’ll help you find the places you’re still hiding in plain sight, speak the dreams you ghosted, and reclaim the power you buried under politeness.

This is for the neurospicy witches who’ve been called too loud, too much, too intense—and shrank themselves into a corner trying to survive it.

🕯 Grab the Week Two printable prompts on Ko-fi →

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💀 Hagatha Screams Into the Void –
“You didn’t heal. You just got better at pretending you’re fine so no one dumps you again. Try calling that shit what it is: strategic self-abandonment with a side of ‘please love me.’”

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