You mention in your pinned post that you used to be a witch - if you're okay with sharing, how did you get into it, what was it like, and how did you get out of it?
What was it like being a witch? How did I get into it? How did I escape?
It all started when I was around 15. I had abandoned my faith after my momās second divorce when I was 13. Heartbroken and confused, I turned away from God. Over timeāthrough Tumblr, Pinterest, and TikTokāI stumbled into something that looked beautiful and empowering: modern witchcraft. I saw people openly worshiping the same āgods,ā āgoddesses,ā and spirits I used to read about as a child. I was curious, and that curiosity became a foothold.
It started small: crystals, sage, burning incenseāthings that seemed harmless, even fun. But that opened the door. Soon I was using pendulums, making spell jars, reading tarot. I convinced myself I was in control.
But the deeper I went, the darker it became.
I began experiencing horrific sleep paralysis. Demonic entities would appear in my dreamsāmocking me, raping me, trying to kill me. I told myself I must not be worshiping āproperly.ā So I gave them more. I began practicing blood rituals, sex magick, incantations. I was descending into spiritual darkness, all while convincing myself it was āhealing.ā
During this time, I experienced the worst mental and physical torment of my life. Depression. Anxiety. Suicidal thoughts. Insomnia. Eating disorders. I was always sick, in pain, and deeply angry. I had to be put on mood stabilizers. I thought I was evolving, ascending into my āhighest selfāābut in reality, I was becoming the most broken, inebriated, and cruel version of myself I had ever been.
I know now it was spiritual oppression. Full-blown demonic bondage.
Eventually, the spiritual attacks escalated to the point where I truly wanted to die. One night, during sleep paralysis, I saw one of the āgoddessesā I used to call on. She chased me and showed me what hell looked like. It was raw terror.
That was my breaking point.
In desperation, after six years of silence, I cried out to Jesus. I begged Him to save meāfrom myself, from the darkness, from the torment that wouldnāt let me go. And something changed.
The only thing that could break the paralysis and pull me out of the demonic dreamsā¦ was the name of Jesus.
In one of the most vivid dreams, I found myself reliving every traumatic moment of my life all at once. I was trapped. I couldnāt wake up. At the end of the dream, I was six years old again, crying by my childhood home. A lamb approached me and laid in my lap. Its fleece was glowing gold, and it surrounded me in a blinding light. Then I heard a voice say:
āDo not fear, for I am your God.ā
(Isaiah 41:10 ā āSo do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.ā)
I woke up in tears.
From that moment on, I burned and threw away every single item connected to witchcraft and the New Age. I walked away from it all and ran to the feet of Jesus.
He delivered me.
I returned to church. I rededicated my life to Christ alongside my now husband. We were baptized together last year. And I have never looked back.
Jesus saved me from hellāliterally.
Not just the eternal one, but the one I was living in every single day.
He is real. He is mighty. He is merciful.
And there is no darkness too deep for His light to break through.
Thank you for asking
<3 thatgentlewife
