You’re Not Cursed—You Just Need Therapy
I say this with love… and with every ounce of hard-earned wisdom that crawled its way out of ancestral trauma, spiritual bypassing, and emotional neglect:
You’re not cursed… you just haven’t healed.
And before you start clutching your crystals or blaming Mercury retrograde for the 10th time this month, hear me out.
Not Every Pattern is a Portal. Some Are Just Pain That Hasn’t Been Processed.
In the spiritual world, we’re quick to cry “curse” when life begins to collapse.
You can’t keep a relationship? Must be a love hex. You’re always broke? Must be ancestral poverty demons. You have anxiety? Definitely a psychic attack. Your skin’s breaking out? Maybe it’s a generational wound manifesting in your face.
Or maybe…
You’re repeating what you saw growing up. You’re stuck in survival mode. You’ve never learned how to regulate your nervous system. You keep attracting chaos because calm feels unfamiliar. You’ve confused adrenaline for intuition. Trust Me, I’ve Been There.
There was a time I truly believed I was cursed. How else could I explain the string of relationships that left me bleeding—emotionally, spiritually and even physically? How else could I explain the eczema that flared every time I got close to someone who drained me? How else could I explain the way my body would scream but my spirit stayed silent, too conditioned to “stay strong,” “be positive,” or “trust the divine timing”?
I thought someone had hexed me. That my aura was cracked. That some jealous ex had cursed my womb space.
But what I really needed was trauma-informed therapy.
Not a candle. Not a cord-cutting ritual. Not a reading. I needed someone to help me unpack the damage I normalized…. To help me reparent the parts of me still performing for approval.
Spirituality Can’t Be a Substitute for Emotional Hygiene
Don’t get me wrong—I’m a spiritualist through and through.
I believe in energy. I’ve seen the unseen. I honour my ancestors. I channel messages. I read cards for a living… But I also know that incense won’t undo inner child wounds.
You can journal your heart out, align your chakras, drink moon water—and still sabotage every good thing that comes your way.
Because unhealed trauma distorts perception… and if you never clear the filter of your past, you’ll keep calling it your “intuition.”
You Might Not Be Cursed—But You Might Be Carrying
You might be carrying your mother’s self-abandonment. Your father’s silence. Your culture’s shame. Your religion’s fear. Your ex’s projections.
And none of it is yours to keep.
Therapy—good therapy—isn’t about fixing you, it’s about helping you remember that you were never broken… Only burdened.
How I Knew It Was Time to Get Help
There came a point where the rituals weren’t working. I was still anxious. Still self-sabotaging. Still struggling with boundaries.
So I got help.
I spoke to someone who didn’t read my chart or pull a card. They just listened. Reflected. Gave me tools. Patterns. Language…. and I healed in places no ritual had ever reached.
That’s when I realized:
Spirituality and therapy can coexist. They’re not rivals. They’re allies.
Because spirit can reveal the wound— but sometimes, you need a human guide to help you safely stitch it closed.
To The Ones Who Think They’re Cursed—This Is Your Wake-Up Call
If you’re reading this, and you feel like your life is in a loop—check in with yourself.
Have you done the inner work? Have you faced the trauma head-on? Have you spoken to a professional? Or are you just spiritually bypassing with pretty words and shadow-drenched rituals?
This isn’t judgment. It’s a mirror. A soft nudge.
A deep exhale that says: You are not cursed. You are carrying what was never yours to hold… And it’s time to let it go.
💌 Ready to Go Deeper?
If this post stirred something in you, let’s talk.
My readings aren’t just predictions—they’re portals into your soul… and if you’re ready to pair that with real-world healing? I’ll always encourage therapy, too. This is your healing journey—own every part of it.
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