Witch, its been rough

Hello my magical coven — your girl has finally wandered back into the circle.

I know it feels like I drifted off on a broomstick for a century, but I promise I never forgot about my loyal readers. Life just decided to toss me into a whirlwind, shake me up like a snow globe, and hope I’d land in one piece.

October actually started out lovely. I finally completed that run I told you all about — yes, it shocked me too — and for a moment it felt like the universe was aligning. But even with the crisp air and cozy autumn vibes, the month carried its own storms. The longest government shutdown took a toll on my spirit that I didn’t fully realize until I was knee-deep in it.

I’ve shared before that I moved here for work, and the contrast between where I came from and where I am now is… a lot. I didn’t grow up rich, but my mom worked impossibly hard to give me a good life. Here, I see people working just as hard — sometimes harder — and still struggling to stay afloat. Watching people who were already stretched thin get pushed even further during the shutdown, and not being able to lend a helping hand because I wasn’t getting a paycheck either, was humbling in a way that settles deep in your bones.

Then November arrived, slowly and dramatically, like it always does. The shutdown finally ended (thank every deity available), but life being life, it immediately handed me some triggering news about a family member. Things are looking hopeful now, which feels like sunlight cracking through clouds. But at the time, every day felt like a careful step, trying not to slip back into the version of myself I’ve fought so hard to move past — the worn-out, hollow shell of a girl running on fumes.

Mental health is sacred — truly sacred.

Sometimes the weight we carry is quiet until suddenly it’s crushing. I usually journal to keep myself grounded, but I’ve fallen behind on that. Luckily, I also have this space now — all of you — where I can pour out the pieces of my life that don’t fit anywhere else.

So thank you for being here through the chaos, the quiet, and the in-between moments. Thank you for letting me show up imperfectly. Even if you only know me as Sage — the anonymous witchy blogger with dark humor, endless sass, and a heart that’s hanging in there — just know I appreciate you more than you realize.

It feels good to be back, lighting candles with you again. 🖤✨🌙