I accused myself of depravity, living in this body, these eyes. I swore that god could not see me in the flesh, in the sweat and blood covered face, in the wicked smile I sometimes get when I’m about to be cleverly mean. I was meant to be outside myself, above the pain. It meant…
Tag: mental illness
Imbolc, New Years, and focusing on you
One of my coven members and I were discussing changes we want for the new year, and I mentioned picking a yearly word to keep in mind and focus on as much as possible. It is a goal word, something to push you forward. I had a lot of trouble with my word this year….
A Witch's Nest 