You’re tired of pretending you’re okay.
Tired of being told to “raise your vibe” when your world is burning.
Tired of bypassing your rage, your grief, your truth just to be palatable.

This is not watered down self-help wrapped in moon phases, expensive crystals and performative BS.
This is Rebellion. This is Reckoning. This is your Resurrection.
This is the part where you face what broke you and decide it doesn’t get to own you anymore.

Shadow Work isn’t cute. It isn’t some journal from TikTok.
It’s crying on the floor at 2 AM.
It’s choosing to stop chasing people who never choose you.
It’s realizing your coping mechanisms aren’t “personality traits.”
They’re survival responses.

I don’t offer quick fixes. I offer a path.
A path into the dark where your power’s been buried.
A path back to the self you lost along the way.
A path that strips away every mask until only your rawest truth remains.

And from that truth, something holy begins to bloom.
Not perfection. Not purity. But empowerment.
The kind that doesn’t beg. Doesn’t shrink. Doesn’t wait for permission.
The kind that rebuilds you from the inside out. Wilder. Softer. Stronger.
You don’t return as who you were. You rise as who you were always meant to be.

The Path of the Dark Goddess isn’t for everyone.
It’s for the witch who’s done pretending.
Done behaving.
Done playing small to make the world more comfortable.

It’s for the one who feels it in her bones.
That she was never meant to follow, beg, or shrink.
That her rage is sacred.
That her power was exiled but never extinguished.

This is a path for the wild ones. The too-much ones.
The ones who have tried to silence their own magic just to survive.

To grieve. To scream. To fucking rise.
Not as a trend. Not as a phase. But as a force that devours illusion and spits out truth.

You’re not just a witch. You are The Witch.
And you’re ready to gnaw through every cage the world built to contain you.
This isn’t healing. This is reclamation.