About Me

Sarah Kerr

Witch

TW: Death

Three years ago, I burned my business to the ground.

It was no longer sustainable, nor was I enjoying myself and the pandemic had just forced me to close my doors so that I could protect my family.

I took time out to rest and contemplate what would come next.The only thing I did know was that I couldn’t carry on as I was.

There was something missing, and I was struggling to figure out what it was.

I went on a journey over the next two years. An inner journey that took me through some of the toughest times I had ever known up to that point.

I used every tool I had ever learned about to explore my trauma. I worked magick and healing for myself instead of others and finally, I healed.

I found myself again, lost in the shadows of the mundanity that life had become.

The world sparkled again. I laughed again. I was whole.

Until last year, in July 2022, one of the worst things that could ever happen to a person happened and I lost my son. He died suddenly and tragically at the age of 19, and it broke me into pieces.

If that had have happened anytime before it did, it likely would have killed me too. I would have effectively died with him and stopped living any kind of life. I would have regressed, disassociated and retreated into my trauma responses.