11/12/2025
I didn’t plan to start a spiritual journey. I just needed something to finally work.
I was 25, crying in my car outside a Voodoo shop in Houston with a candle labeled “mental health” in my hands. I told the woman at the register, “I just need something to finally work.” That was the day everything changed.
I was raised between contradictions. Christian schools & church on Sundays. But I also got secret lessons about what she really learned growing up in Louisiana from my granny who practiced in whispers, until fear of others opinions made her stop. I was taught to fear what came naturally to me, so I shut it down. Then after my mom passed when i was 17, I went full atheist. No God, no magic, no reason to believe, just survival.
But that one candle cracked the silence. The ancestors started talking. Freyja walked in. Oshun called my name. Grandpa Lou, dead and gone before I was even a thought, started teaching me rootwork from the other side. I realized I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I was remembering what had always been mine.
I’m blended, but I’m built from cultures and contradictions that people online swear can’t blend. But I live them. I watch them. I hear them. I do rootwork & conjure with Louisiana Bayou tones and my ancestors guidance, thank the Orishas for walking with me, and keep Freyja on her own altar. I’m married to a Santa Muerte devotee and she calls me her daughter-in-law.
They said you can’t mix traditions. But when Spirit leads, you can’t help but be a bridge.
Trill Spirituality was born from that truth. That healing and heritage don’t fit inside neat boxes. Every candle I dress, every blend I craft, comes from my altar, my ancestors, and the parts of me that refused to die.
This isn’t aesthetic spirituality. It’s remembrance. It’s rebellion. It’s survival made sacred.
If you’ve ever felt too different, too blended, too messy for a neat little box… you belong here. Welcome home. 💜
