This is kinda long…but I have a lot to say on the subject…
I was introduced to Wicca by a well-meaning but misguided friend of mine when I was fifteen. It was during a time in my life in which I had just experienced two very bad, quite dramatic events. I was so angry at God I stopped everything. Stopped praying, stopped going to Church, stopped even thinking about and loving God. I was so angry and bitter, I cursed His name. I felt like if He could abandon me, I was going to abandon Him.
During that time, I read more and got deeper into Wicca. It appealed to me because I’m a huge lover and respecter of nature. (Still am) It also appealed to me because it was fluffy. It was all about what felt good to me at the time. Me, me me me. I was a selfish teenager. All I could think about what me and how I was feeling.
Slowly and gradually, I had adopted a magickal name for myself, performed rituals, prayed, and was the most miserable person I could find. I prayed to the “goddess” and felt nothing. I did rituals and felt nothing. Knew nothing. I knew this was wrong, but I didn’t know where else to turn. I felt totally abandoned by the “gods” that were supposed to love me. I sunk deeper and deeper into depression. My morals all but disapeared, I became very depressed, angry and even to the point in which I was comprehending ending my own life.
A little over a year passed in this way. The summer came, and my best friend wanted me to go on a retreat with her. She knew I was depressed, she also knew I was ‘dabbling’ in dark things…she knew about the things that had happend, she dragged me on this retreat, kicking and screaming…I went…and well…I slowly began to realize that all these thousands of other Catholic kids seemed to have something that I so desperately craved…God. I wanted GOD! I craved Him…I wanted Him so desperatly, I was willing to do anything. I started praying to Our Lady to help me stay where I was supposed to. I started attending Mass again, started reading the Bible, started reading the Catechism, started praying, started using the Rosary, started listening to good music, I wanted so badly to be in that place of love and peace that I knew as a child. And slowly…I got there.
I’m almost nineteen now, and ever since coming back to the Church at sixteen, I only slipped from the True path one other time. Again, I felt the devil calling me away, and stupidly I went…started falling back into my old habits. Re-reading old wiccan texts I forgotten to throw away…Luckilly, I had a much firmer understanding and beleif in God than I did before, and I was able to overcome that temptation through prayer and of course…Our Lady! I have since thrown away everything having to do with the subject…'m on a good path, I’m just really scared to be tempted again.
So yeah…all I gotta say is that Wicca is a really tempting and easy path to fall into. It’s easy because it’s selfish. Gosh, it felt good to get that out. Sorry for the length.