Being a beginner in anything is scary. Everywhere you look, there are other people who are doing so much better and have been doing a thing for so much longer than you have. It’s easy to get discouraged and just give up. My story of how I came to be a witch is full of times when I gave up for one reason or another. However, I kept coming back to witchcraft, and I believe I am finding my way now.
I was in middle school when I first became interested in witchcraft. I devoured the Harry Potter books, Sweep by Cate Tiernan, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Charmed, The Craft – anything and everything that showed bad ass witches taking control over their lives. As a young woman who felt powerless and out of control, that called to something deep inside my soul and I needed to know more. I read every book on Wicca and New Age my library had. I dove into the tragic myths of Greece and Rome. I studied Jewish Kabbalah and mysticism in my synagogue. I scoured the internet for information on magick, herbs, crystals, sabbats, everything I could find.
