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There’s no better place to be a witch than in San Francisco, except maybe Oakland. There’s no better time to be a witch than now, when the world seems so out of control that people are searching for something — anything — to ground them.
Before I became a witch, I suffered from four years of severe depressive episodes and panic attacks. I started to see a psychiatrist. Soon pills filled my drawers and medicine cabinets, rattling in every purse I owned. …

Imagine a large, oddly shaped box with an unevenly distributed weight. You can carry it on your side with the help of your hip for a while, but eventually it gets uncomfortable. So you switch it to the other side, hold it over your shoulder for a bit, then put it on your head and drag it on the floor, trying out every position possible. It’s super-annoying, but you can carry it around with you if you have to.
That’s what living with constant anxiety feels like, especially when you’re in an office setting where you have ongoing tasks to…
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