I Did the Work, Where’s My Man?

You can chant affirmations, burn all the sage in your house, and forgive every man who emotionally ghosted you while still following your stories—but sometimes the real breakthrough starts with an ugly cry, a lacefront lifting at the corners, and a desperate Google search for “how to block someone spiritually.”

Meet Jessie: a beautiful, bold, overworked witch in retail hell who’s officially done being everyone’s spiritual mule, emotional rehab center, and situationship soulmate. Armed with tarot decks, blunt sarcasm, and a fake wedding ring that gets more compliments than her ex ever did, Jessie embarks on a messy, magical journey of self-reclamation.

She’s learning to trust her spells again.
Learning that being fat and fine isn’t the curse—her picker was.
Learning that some blessings are quiet. And some exes are louder.

This isn’t your fluffy self-help fairy tale.
This is spiritual healing with a side of petty, hormone-fueled restraint, ancestral prayers whispered between sales shifts, and one hauntingly beautiful ring that says: I chose me.

For anyone who’s ever done the shadow work, burned the letter, blocked the number and still wondered where the hell the reward is—this book is your mirror, your manifesto, and your permission to stay delusional only in the direction of your destiny.