I MASTERED BEING A WITCH FROM A VERY YOUNG AGE
I USED TO CALL PEOPLE'S NAMES AT NIGHT FROM MY BEDROOM AND IF THEY ANSWERED IN THEIR DREAMS THEN THEIR SOULS WERE MINE TO CONTROL AND MANIPULATE.
I grew up in a home filled with hate and bitterness. My mother taught me how to do bad magic. She showed me how to make people do what I want without them knowing.
As a child, I thought this was cool. I wanted to be powerful and in control. My mother told me this was the way to get what I wanted in life. I believed her.
My mother was a mean person. She always yelled at me and made me feel bad. But when she taught me the bad magic, I felt special. I felt like I had a secret power that no one else had.
As I got older, I got deeper into the bad magic. I started using it to make people like me. I would call out their names at night and control their minds. They would do what I wanted without knowing why.
People liked me during the day, but it was all fake. I had controlled their minds. I felt powerful, but deep down, I knew it was wrong.
But that was not all. I also used my powers to steal people's luck. I would make them have bad days, miss opportunities, and fail at things they tried. I would slow down their progress, making it hard for them to achieve their goals.
And if someone saw through my dark deeds, I would make them mentally ill. I would make them hear voices, see things that were not there, and become paranoid. I would make them doubt their own sanity.
Anyone who was a danger to my secret life received a hefty punishment. If someone threatened to expose me, I would make them go crazy, become blind, or mute. I was ruthless and did not care who I hurt.
I remember one time, I made a boy in my class do my homework for me. I called out his name at night and controlled his mind. The next day, he came to school with my homework done. I felt proud of myself, but I also felt guilty.
As time went on, I started to realize that the bad magic was not making me happy. I was lonely and I didn't have any real friends. People were afraid of me because they knew I was different.
One day, I decided to leave home. I wanted to get away from my mother's bad influence. I moved from place to place, living with different men. But no matter where I went, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was doing something wrong.
I started going to therapy. I talked to counselors and pastors about my past. I read books about being a good person. Slowly, I started to understand that my powers were not for controlling others, but for being in control of myself.
It was hard to stop doing the bad magic. It was like an addiction. But I knew I had to stop. I didn't want to hurt anyone else.
Today, I am a different person. I don't do bad magic anymore. I am learning to use my powers for good. I am still learning, but I am free from the bad magic.
If you are doing something similar, I want you to know that you can stop. You can get help and start a new life. You don't have to be controlled by bad magic. You are powerful and can make good choices.
I know it's hard to stop. I know it's hard to change. But I also know that it's possible. I did it, and you can too.
Don't be afraid to ask for help. Don't be afraid to talk to someone about your struggles. There are people who care about you and want to help you.
You are not alone. There are many people who have been in your shoes. They have struggled with bad magic and have come out on top. You can too.
Remember, you are powerful. You have the power to choose. You can choose to stop doing bad magic. You can choose to start a new life.
Don't let bad magic control you. You control it. You have the power to stop it.
I hope my story can help you. I hope it can inspire you to make a change. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be free from bad magic.
Start your journey today. Start making positive changes in your life. You got this.
I believe in you.
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