I put a witch’s curse on my rapist, and it’s actually working

Trigger warning: rape and sexual abuse. <br><br>This happened 7 years ago and I am happy to say that my life is absolutely thriving although I would never wish a rape experience on my worst enemy.<br><br>I went to see a professional, educated witch, who was a member of our community, back when I was 19 and she told me she’d help me put a curse on the man who raped me. <br><br>The man was an acquaintance, who I’d known for years. His name is '''Tyler''', and he was about 33 at the time, which made me 19. We’d met at an event, and were both part of the same friend group, although we’d never been super close until that night. On the night of the party, we’d been dancing, drinking and laughing together, and I was very drunk. But not blacked out.<br><br>We’d been talking alone outside for at least an hour, during which time he was telling me all about how he was recently divorced, and his wife had broken his heart. He was also telling me about how he’d just started his own business, and how it had been a dark time for him lately. I remember him repeatedly telling me how much he appreciated me as a person, and how he was so glad we were talking one on one. <br><br>I was just a teenager and at the time, I really didn’t know much about how to set healthy boundaries. I was a very trusting person, and I’d always been taught to see the best in people. But something about Tyler’s words felt off. I remember getting a sick feeling in my stomach that I just couldn’t shake, but every time I tried to go back inside, he would stop me and grasp my arm, telling me how much more he had to say. <br><br>Eventually he offered to get me another drink, and I said yes, not thinking anything of it at the time. But now I know he must have spiked it. I remember him guiding me into his truck, helping me into the passenger seat. I felt extremely dizzy, and I had no control over my body whatsoever. <br><br>The next thing I knew, we were parked somewhere in the woods. A secluded place, far from any houses or buildings. I have no idea how we got there, or how long it took us to drive there, but I do know he was driving erratically and fast. I remember feeling extremely sick and disoriented during the car ride, and I was trying to ask what was happening, but he kept telling me to shut up.<br><br>I was in and out of consciousness, but I’ll never forget what he did to me that night. I was lying on my back in the passenger seat, and he was holding me down by the throat. I couldn’t move, and my head was spinning. I couldn’t even feel the pain at first because I was so out of it, but as soon as I came to, I started shaking violently and crying. He held me down and told me to stop. He told me if I kept shaking, he would hurt me more. I was terrified, and my body locked up. I couldn’t move, and I couldn’t stop crying. But the shaking stopped. <br><br>After he finished with me, he dropped me off at my car, and I drove myself to the hospital. I was so out of it, I didn’t even remember driving there. It felt like my body was possessed by another spirit because I had completely dissociated. I felt like I was watching myself from outside my body. But as soon as the doctor came in and started asking me questions, I started hyperventilating and I just lost it. I started convulsing and I had a full on panic attack. <br><br>Even though I ended up pressing charges, the cops barely did anything. They didn’t collect any evidence, and they barely questioned Tyler. They pretty much just dropped the case and told me they couldn’t help me. <br><br>But the professional witch I saw, she was different. She listened to me, she did everything in her power to help me and she put a very strong curse on the man who did this to me. <br><br>The way it worked was pretty simple, she did a ritual where she burned sage and sweetgrass. She put my hair in a white envelope, along with a strand of his hair, which she’d gotten from one of our mutual friends. Then she put the envelope in the fire, and while it was burning, she chanted some words in Latin. I don’t speak Latin, so I don’t know what she said exactly, but I can tell you it wasn’t a typical English language curse. It sounded like witch language, and it was beautiful. <br><br>Then she gave me a necklace, which is something I still wear to this day. It’s a pendant with a diamond shaped crystal, surrounded by a little silver border. It’s beautiful, and it’s protected me from so much. The witch told me that as long as I wear it, I will always be safe. Tyler will never bother me again, and a lot of good things will come into my life. <br><br>I put the curse on him 7 years ago, and I just found out he’s in jail. He’s being charged with about 15 different crimes, and his business has gone completely under. His reputation is completely ruined, and his family has completely disowned him. <br><br>I feel so much better now, knowing he can’t hurt anyone else. But I’m definitely going to continue wearing my protective pendant, and I’m definitely going to continue telling people about what happened to me. <br><br>Because the truth is your word, and a witch’s curse is extremely powerful. It can change your life forever, and I am living proof of that.<br><br>Edit: Wow, thanks for all the awards!!! So grateful for the love and support. Sending it back to you all right now.<br><br>Edit: thank you so much for the gold and platinum awards!!! You guys are amazing. Sending so much love back to you all.