03/18/2026
If you've been waiting for permission to call yourself something that doesn't exist yet this is it.
I spent years feeling like I was doing witchcraft wrong.
Like there was some checklist I hadn't finished. Some initiation I'd missed. Some coven that would finally tell me I was enough.
And underneath all of it was this quiet shame...what kind of witch doesn't feel connected to any of this?
The kind whose magic lives in her body.
In sensation. In feeling. In the knowing that moves through her before her mind can catch up.
I don't need the athame. I don't need the colored candles or the hierarchy or the script. Those things are beautiful for the women they're built for. They're just not built for me.
The moment I stopped trying to fit my medicine into someone else's container and said this is what witchcraft looks like in my body....that was the moment I actually became one.
Somatic witch. Body-led. Unapologetically mine.
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