From Haunted to Healer: Why the Struggles of the Chosen Ones Aren’t Curses—They’re Callings

“Maybe the universe isn’t testing you… maybe it’s training you to stop playing small.”

I wasn’t born with a silver spoon or a spiritual manual—I was born into chaos. Poverty, trauma, shame, and silence were my early teachers. I saw things before they happened, was told I was evil, and spent years haunted—literally and emotionally. But what if I told you all that pain wasn’t punishment—it was preparation? It took me decades, a narcissist, two kids, and a total breakdown to realize: I wasn’t cursed. I was called.

The Early Pain
I grew up poor, overweight, and carrying spiritual gifts I didn’t understand. I had dreams that came true, but when I told people, I was shamed or told it was “devilish.” The church wasn’t a sanctuary—it was another place I learned to fear myself. One preacher told us we’d burn in hell because my mother divorced my abusive father. That kind of spiritual abuse sticks. As if the bruises weren’t bad enough, we were spiritually condemned for surviving.

The Darkness
Out of curiosity and desperation, I messed around with a Ouija board. What started as a game brought years of darkness. I felt followed, drained, afraid. A negative spirit clung to me, and it wasn’t until we moved houses that I felt a release—only to have my brother and his friends open the door again with a seance. It was terrifying. I truly believed I was cursed. Haunted.

The Breaking Point
Life didn’t let up. I got into a relationship with a narcissist and became pregnant. When I was six months along, my parent passed away—and that loss nearly broke me. I wanted to give up. I wanted to lay down and leave with her. But my son—my miracle baby—saved my life. He gave me purpose when I had none. And then came my daughter, another divine gift. These two children, wise beyond their years, taught me love, patience, and strength in ways no one else could.

I gave them what I could—stability, clothes, a home. But what they gave me in return? That was priceless. They showed me the confidence, love, and wisdom I didn’t know how to give myself. They were my light in the darkest tunnel.

The Awakening
Everything started to shift at 45, when I discovered Reiki. I began to understand energy—how to move it, heal it, protect it. I started to realize the spirits I had feared were never trying to hurt me. They were trying to wake me up. I wasn’t haunted. I was being called to remember who I am.

The Truth
No pain was ever wasted. Every trauma, every tear, every terrifying night was shaping me into a guide, a healer, a creator. My intuition was never evil—it was sacred. The spirits weren’t demons—they were ancestors. Protectors. Teachers. I had to walk through hell to realize I had the keys to heaven all along.

The Purpose
Now I help others remember their power. Through my work, my content, and even the products I create, I embed energy into everything I do. My designs aren’t just cute—they’re coded with healing. Like my “Trust the Divine” tee and phone case—they’re wearable reminders that your struggle has purpose. That you’re not alone. That you are chosen.

At CarmaQuan Tarot, we believe that spiritual wisdom, healing, and protection should never come with a price tag too high to reach. I’ve been there—needing help, guidance, and hope, but unable to afford it. That’s why our mission is simple: to make spiritual support accessible to everyone.

We offer free Tarot readings, Reiki energy healing, manifestation guidance, spells, and rituals—so no one has to walk their path alone. To sustain this mission, we’ve created a shop filled with motivational apparel, mystical prints, and manifestation tools. Every purchase directly funds our free services, keeping the cycle of healing, giving, and transformation alive.

When you support CarmaQuan Tarot, you’re not just buying a product—you’re helping someone find their light in the dark.

So if you’ve ever felt like life hits you harder than everyone else, you’re not broken. You’re being built. Your pain is part of your power.

Comment 666 if you know there’s purpose in the pain.