The Witch’s Hearth and Rituals of Healing
Author’s Note: This is where ritual met survival. The Witch’s Hearth was born from exhaustion, pain, and a longing for comfort. It’s now an extension of healing I want to share. If you’re seeking something gentle amid the noise—something that makes you feel held—my hope is that you find it here
⚠️ Trigger Warning: This post includes references to chronic illness, emotional exhaustion, surgery, and healing through adversity. Please read with care and kindness toward yourself.
A Shift in the Storm
Healing isn’t linear. And in January 2025, something shifted—not because I had answers, but because I decided to create softness in the midst of everything unknown.
That’s when The Witch’s Hearth came to life.
Not from strategy or ambition—but from a need to survive. My health was still fragile, my future uncertain. But I craved something grounding. Something gentle. Something mine.
A Ritual of Creation
Crafting wax melts, soaps, and body butters became that anchor. These weren’t just products—they were rituals. Quiet practices I could return to when everything else felt chaotic. Each scent I blended, each bar I poured was an act of care. Something I could shape with intention when everything else felt out of control.
I didn’t set out to make something pretty.
I wanted to make something comforting.
Something I wished I’d had during those emotionally heavy days—when everything felt fragile, and I was just trying to hold myself together.
A Battle for Clarity
At the same time, my fight for medical clarity hadn’t ended.
I had been placed back on the waiting list for surgery—a hysterectomy I had advocated for through countless cancellations, refusals, and emotional toll.
And then, on 4th June 2025, I finally had my hysterectomy.
The surgeon later shared that, despite all the delays and complications, the procedure was far more straightforward than expected. A biopsy confirmed what had been suspected since my MRI: Adenomyosis.
After everything—the dismissed symptoms, the cancelled appointments, the exhausting cycle of “just cope”—the diagnosis brought more than relief. It brought validation.
Because it was never just about proving the pain—it had always been there.
It was about reclaiming the right to feel well. To have dignity. To believe I deserved a life free from constant suffering.
Held in the Fight
And I was proud.
I had fought for that life—but I hadn’t fought alone.
Sam stood beside me through every setback, advocating when my anxiety made it too hard to speak. Encouraging me to keep going. Supporting me as I spoke up for what I truly needed.
We fought for my quality of life—and we won.
Where Magic Met Survival
The Witch’s Hearth was created right in the middle of that battle.
It wasn’t something I started after healing—it’s what carried me through it.
These aren’t just products.
They’re invitations.
To pause.
To soften.
To believe that your comfort and wellbeing matter.
Starting this business in the midst of chaos wasn’t easy. But it gave me purpose.
It transformed pain into something tactile, nurturing, and quietly hopeful.
The Offering
And that’s why I do this—
To offer calm in the noise.
To hold space for healing.
To remind you that softness is never weakness—it’s the soul of recovery.
💫 So if you’re reading this in the middle of your own storm—this is your reminder that softness and healing are possible. And you deserve both.
