I Am A Witch
The Witch Wound and the Truth I Can No Longer Ignore
I AM A WITCH.
This is no longer a vague or hesitant statement—it is a declaration. A truth I have long carried, but only now am I allowing myself to fully embrace. For years, the word has been both a comfort and a weight, something I held close yet hesitated to claim out loud. I wore it like a secret, a talisman tucked inside my chest—acknowledged, but never truly spoken into the world with certainty.
I have danced around it, whispered it, let others call me a witch without objecting—but also without confirming it. I have identified with it in private moments, feeling the resonance of its power in my bones, yet still found ways to sidestep it when speaking about myself. I have lived as a witch in every way that matters—through my rituals, my practices, my connection to divination and magick—and yet, when faced with the choice to own it completely, I have hesitated and called myself magician, clairgnostic, occultist, weirdo with witchy tendencies etc, and even though I am all those things too, but I am also a WITCH.
But I am done with half-measures. I no longer want to tiptoe around my own identity, cautiously feeling out the edges. I want to step into it, own it, and wear it without reservation. The time for subtlety has passed.
And yet—stepping into something fully means surrendering to it completely. And that, I realize, is what has always scared me the most.
The Need to Claim It—Now More Than Ever
For years, I’ve existed in this strange in-between space. Not hiding, exactly, but not fully claiming either. But now, I am standing at a threshold that demands I make a choice.
In just a few days, I will be on stage, in front of a live audience, speaking about my path to becoming a witch. It is part of a special event—a Q&A with my partner-in-crime, Mai Ulrikka Sydendal (a proud and unapologethic witch), before the screening of the documentary Witch (Heks in Danish - by Emil Nørgaard Munk), a film about Andrea Hejlskov, a well-known Danish witch, writer, and activist. Andrea has openly embraced the title of witch despite the immense societal resistance she has faced. She left behind modern urban life to live in the deep Scandinavian forest, pursuing an ancestral and spiritual path grounded in raw, untamed nature. Her story is one of defiance, survival, and the reclaiming of power—one that resonates deeply with the struggles of many witches today, including my own.
“This event is not just another conversation about spirituality. It is an invitation for me to step forward, fully seen, and say, Yes, I am a witch. Out loud. In public. Without hesitation.”
But urgency breeds something complicated. Not fear—because I do not fear being seen or heard. I stand on stages, I lead rituals, I teach openly. I have spoken about witchcraft to many. I am not hiding. And yet, there is something about the word ‘witch’ itself, and even more so ‘heks’ in my native language Danish, about its history and weight, that still presses on me in ways I cannot fully explain. It is not a fear of being exposed, but a reckoning with what it means to claim it entirely.
Because once I say it—once I really say it—there’s no going back.
Photo by Ellen Cartier
A Modern Witch in the Heart of Copenhagen
It’s not just this one event that forces me to face this head-on. The truth is, I have already stepped into this identity in ways that should make it impossible to deny.
I founded and run Copenhagen Occult Club, a space dedicated to the study and practice of witchcraft, magick, and the occult. This is not just a casual gathering of like-minded people—it is a living, breathing community, one I help shape through lectures, rituals, and workshops.
“I guide others through the mysteries of spellwork, divination, ceremonial magick, and the esoteric traditions that have woven their way through history. I help others awaken to their own magick, to reclaim their own power and witchyness.”
I am also a proud tarot reader, offering insight and guidance through the cards—a practice that has become one of my deepest connections to the mystical world. My readings are more than just divination; they are acts of empowerment, helping others navigate their lives with clarity, intuition, and magick. And I don’t keep my practice hidden in the shadows—I share it openly. My Instagram is unapologetically witchy, a digital altar where I talk about the craft, my tarot practice, and my journey with magick. I show up there as my full, authentic self—cards in hand, spells at the ready, embracing my path without hesitation.
Photo by Stormseeker
The Witch Wound and Self-Doubt
Many of us, even those deeply immersed in the craft, hear the whispers of self-doubt. The voice that says:
"Am I witch enough?"
"Do I know enough spells, enough history, enough herbs?"
"Will someone question my knowledge and expose me as a fraud?"
This is imposter syndrome, and it is a modern symptom of the Witch Wound. Historically, witches had to prove themselves to survive—to justify their healing, to explain their knowledge, to avoid accusations. This pressure has not disappeared; it has simply transformed into the self-imposed fear of not being ‘qualified enough’ to claim the title of witch.
“But witchcraft is not a test. There is no final exam or grand initiation required to be valid. To be a witch is to practice as one.”
Healing the Witch Wound
To heal the Witch Wound is to reclaim the power that was taken from those who came before us. It is to stand in the light, unafraid, knowing that we are here because those who were silenced could not be.
Ways to Begin Healing:
Reclaim the Word “Witch”– Say it with certainty, without fear. Let it be a statement of power, not something whispered in hesitation.
Speak Openly About Spirituality – Let yourself be seen, heard, and known. Visibility is an act of defiance.
Practice Without Apology – Perform rituals, cast spells, work with divination—without seeking permission.
Honor Ancestral Wisdom – Remember that you are not alone. You are walking a path paved by those who came before.
The Witch Wound does not disappear overnight. It takes time, courage, and conscious effort to break free from its hold. But every time we step further into our power, every time we refuse to be silenced, every time we choose to live authentically—we heal not just ourselves, but the witches who came before us and the ones yet to come.
Photo by Mallory Johndrow
Redefining the Witch
I AM A WITCH.
I have said it before. I have spoken it in personal rituals, in private conversations. And yet, something about this moment feels different. More final. More real.
Not because I fear being seen—but because this is not just about being visible. It is about standing fully in a name that carries history, power, and responsibility. It is about embracing it in its entirety, not just in how I live, but in how I name myself.
And now, I am ready to claim it—not just for others, not just in action, but fully, completely, for myself.
I AM A WITCH.
And that is a truth I no longer wish to ignore.
Photo of me, by Ida Winther - for VVILD RO
Photo of me, by Ro Acosta - for VVILD RO
