I Think She Put a Spell on Me (No Seriously… Help.)

Written by: A Man Who Just Wanted a Little Fun, Not a Lifetime Bond

Listen, I know y’all are gonna roast me. But I need to get this off my chest.

I think I have a soul tie.

No, for real. Not the cute, “aww we just click” type. I’m talking about the kind that feels like I accidentally downloaded her trauma and now my whole system has a virus.

It started off simple — you know how it goes. Drinks. Vibes. A little eye contact too long across the room. Next thing I know, we’re back at my place and I'm thinking, “Cool, a one-time situation.”

LIES. ALL LIES.

I thought it would be over by sunrise, but nah. Somehow, she stayed for breakfast… then lunch… and then three months. I don’t even remember saying she could spend the night again, but her charger was plugged in, her bonnet was on my pillow, and her energy was in my fridge.

And ever since I started dealing with her, it’s like my life has been on shuffle — but every track is chaos.

I missed three job interviews (don’t ask how), my car broke down on the way to church (I was trying to get saved), and my mama keeps saying, “Something feels off in your spirit.” Like ma’am… I KNOW.

Every time we link, I feel heavy. Not just emotionally, like… spiritually bloated. Like I ate a full plate of her unresolved issues and now I can’t digest anything good.

But here’s the wild part:
I still keep going back.

Why??!
Is it the way she cries during arguments and suddenly I feel like her therapist?
Is it how she trauma-dumps between rounds and now I feel like her savior?
Is it because I low-key think I can fix her?

Or am I just under some kind of… I don’t know… energetic witchcraft?!

I swear I’ve saged my room, blocked her twice, even deleted her off my playlist (because somehow she got in my musicy’all), but the pull is strong. Like her sadness grabbed my soul by the collar and won’t let go.

So now I’m here.
At the Rooted Circle.
Asking y’all — the Gemz — for answers.

How do I break this soul tie?!
I need rituals, recipes, psalms, protection chants, “cut the cord” meditations, or whatever y’all got.
Because this ain’t love… this is spiritual entanglement.

Please.
Drop your remedies in the comments.
Because if I don’t break this tie soon… I might start humming Summer Walker at work.
And I’m not built for that.

Signed,
A Brother Who Just Wanted Peace… But Got Pieces of Her Spirit Instead