Sometimes what we need to mourn – really truly – is not an ancestor who is deceased, not a fleshy body made bone, but a version or vision of ourselves, a fantasy we held about ourselves or our future.
Have you made an altar to honour your brilliance and your love for yourself? If not, why?
I fear that I would be physically unsafe were I to press charges. So what do I do? Where do I turn? Witchcraft.