Personal Narrative: I Am A Wiccan
I am a Psychic/ Medium and a Wiccan. Even just one of those words can make people cringe, so imagine telling them that I am all three? There used to be a time when I cared what people would think and say about me. Thankfully, those days are long gone and now I feel so free with my mind, body and soul. But growing up, I always felt unsettled and out of place. I could never understand why I saw or heard the things I did.
Growing up I was treated for many things: depression, mental issues and a whole host of other mysterious illnesses. It was simply because no one could understand what I was telling them. So, they put me in therapy and gave me medications that only made the symptoms worse and made me physically sick. I knew they were wrong and …show more content…
One day as I read a basic wiccan book, I realized “Oh my!, I am a Witch!” it all finally made sense to me! My heritage from my mother’s side is Native American. I was very close with my grandmother before she passed. She lived in the mountains and always had an herbal remedy for any problem. Though she never “said” she was a witch or a healer, I felt it strongly.
With my new found facts I decided to let everyone know exactly what I learned. Not a good idea. The doctor put me back on medication and a sent me to an in-house institution. “There are no such things as witches, Mandie, that is all an illusion” he said. I was baffled. All those emotions came back. It is like a roller coaster. What a blessing and a curse it is to be a witch. Self-doubt, embarrassment, and insecurity are the first few feelings that come with learning and accepting your …show more content…
I want to educate the parents of Crystal and Indigo children that are being born at such alarming rates! I want to tell them that sometimes these children are not ADD, they are not weird, and they do not need medication. Sometimes, they are just gifted, sensitive, and feel and see more than other children. They can be so loving, caring, and compassionate but then there are days you wonder “who is this child?” They can be very head strong, indecisive and have many hard-to-understand emotions. My daughter still struggles to get to sleep. There would also be times where she would just be in her room playing, and would suddenly run down the stairs screaming and saying “someone is talking to me.” I realized I had to take things in to my own hands. Starting with educating myself. I read and played around with different stones and remedies and taught her about sage and how important it was to clean her room. I taught her how to show me what she feels and sees through art therapy. We talk it over after she is done drawing and I let her know she is normal. That is so important to tell a child. It is just as important as saying “I love you” every
Growing up I was treated for many things: depression, mental issues and a whole host of other mysterious illnesses. It was simply because no one could understand what I was telling them. So, they put me in therapy and gave me medications that only made the symptoms worse and made me physically sick. I knew they were wrong and …show more content…
One day as I read a basic wiccan book, I realized “Oh my!, I am a Witch!” it all finally made sense to me! My heritage from my mother’s side is Native American. I was very close with my grandmother before she passed. She lived in the mountains and always had an herbal remedy for any problem. Though she never “said” she was a witch or a healer, I felt it strongly.
With my new found facts I decided to let everyone know exactly what I learned. Not a good idea. The doctor put me back on medication and a sent me to an in-house institution. “There are no such things as witches, Mandie, that is all an illusion” he said. I was baffled. All those emotions came back. It is like a roller coaster. What a blessing and a curse it is to be a witch. Self-doubt, embarrassment, and insecurity are the first few feelings that come with learning and accepting your …show more content…
I want to educate the parents of Crystal and Indigo children that are being born at such alarming rates! I want to tell them that sometimes these children are not ADD, they are not weird, and they do not need medication. Sometimes, they are just gifted, sensitive, and feel and see more than other children. They can be so loving, caring, and compassionate but then there are days you wonder “who is this child?” They can be very head strong, indecisive and have many hard-to-understand emotions. My daughter still struggles to get to sleep. There would also be times where she would just be in her room playing, and would suddenly run down the stairs screaming and saying “someone is talking to me.” I realized I had to take things in to my own hands. Starting with educating myself. I read and played around with different stones and remedies and taught her about sage and how important it was to clean her room. I taught her how to show me what she feels and sees through art therapy. We talk it over after she is done drawing and I let her know she is normal. That is so important to tell a child. It is just as important as saying “I love you” every