Healing Childhood Wounds Through Tarot: My Personal Reveal

You Know What’s Really Scary?

People ask me all the time if tarot is scary.
I get it.
It’s been misunderstood, misrepresented, and feared.

But you know what’s really scary?

It’s not the cards.
It’s what we’re holding inside when we refuse to look.

Let me tell you what’s actually terrifying:

👉 Not knowing why you keep choosing people who hurt you — over and over again, hoping this time will be different.
👉 Feeling broken because you keep abandoning yourself to be chosen by someone else.
👉 Waking up in a life that looks good on paper — the house, the kids, the job — but feels like you’re living someone else’s dream… not yours.
👉 Carrying 75 extra pounds of unspoken pain and punishing yourself for not being able to “just fix it.”
👉 Smiling through trauma. Pleasing through heartbreak.
👉 Trying to “let it go” because therapy told you to — but gripping it so tight because you never actually learned how.

👉 Keeping yourself from joy because you think it would dishonor the people you’ve lost.
Like if you smile too wide, laugh too hard, or finally feel free…
you’ll let go of the last piece of them you’ve been clinging to.

So instead, you stay stuck. Grieving. Half-alive.
Because the pain is the only thread that still connects you.

That’s scary.
PETRIFYING, actually.

And I lived there for years.

What No One Tells You About “Healing”

I tried the talk therapy.

“You’re too controlling.”
“You have father issues.”
“Just let it go.”

What do you even do with that?

I read the self-help books.
Listened to the podcasts.
Tried the affirmations.
The diets.
The detoxes.
The damn green juice.

And still woke up feeling broken.

Nothing got to the root.
Nothing told me why I kept repeating the same painful cycles.
Nothing helped me understand the patterns that shaped me —
until I sat down with a deck of tarot cards.

Tarot Didn’t Predict My Life.

It Helped Me Reclaim It.

Tarot wasn’t scary.
Tarot was the first thing that felt SAFE.

It didn’t judge me.
It didn’t label me.
It didn’t try to “fix” me.

It showed me.

✨ It showed me the patterns I couldn’t see.
✨ It reflected the parts of me I had buried under performance and people-pleasing.
✨ It gave me language for my pain — and a pathway to my power.

Because here’s what tarot really is:

🔑 A mirror to your subconscious.
🪞 A spotlight on your survival strategies.
🧬 A compass to your core wound — and the medicine to finally heal it.

It doesn’t just tell you what’s coming.
t shows you why you keep circling the same mountain
— and how to finally step off the loop.

The Reveal

When I finally started doing the real work —
not surface-level self-help, but soul-deep revelation —
everything changed.

I didn’t just lose 75 lbs.
I lost the shame.
I lost the fear.
I lost the mask I wore to survive.

And I found ME.

This isn’t “woo.”
This is remembering.
This is reclamation.
This is a REVEAL.
This is my mission.

It’s modern healing through an ancient tool —
and it brought me back to myself.

The Legacy I Leave

I’m not here to convince anyone that tarot is for them.
I’m here to share what happened when I finally stopped abandoning myself.

Because the legacy I leave won’t be my pain.
It won’t be silence.
It won’t be shame passed down in quiet gestures and unspoken stories.

It will be my healing.
My truth.
My reveal.

And if you’re ready to remember who you are,
you don’t have to figure it out alone.

This is a Reveal Movement.
And you’re right on time.

Let’s Clear This Up…

I know some people reading this might still be unsure about tarot — and I want to say this clearly:

I’m not here to change your beliefs.
I’m simply sharing what healed me.

This is my truth, not a prescription.
And if any part of it resonates — beautiful.
If it doesn’t — that’s okay too.

But since this comes up often, let’s talk about it…

Q: Isn’t tarot against Christianity or spiritual beliefs?
I was raised to believe that anything mystical was dangerous.
But what no one told me was how dangerous it is to live disconnected from yourself.

Tarot didn’t replace my faith —
it helped me return to something sacred within myself.
It didn’t pull me away from truth —
it pulled me out of the fear that I wasn’t worthy of it.

Tarot helped me hear my intuition,
release my shame,
and finally feel like my healing was allowed.

Q: Isn’t tarot predictive or “dark”?
Not the way I use it.

I don’t use tarot to predict the future.
I use it to reflect your present.
It’s a mirror — a tool to help you see what you already know, but maybe haven’t had the space or safety to say out loud.

Tarot doesn’t give me answers.
It gives me awareness.
It leads me to the root — the stories, pain, and patterns I’ve carried without realizing it.

It’s not about casting spells.
It’s about casting off shame.

here’s the part no one warned me about:
The joy.
The kind that bubbles up for no reason at all.
Not because something external changed —
but because I did.

It’s the joy that sneaks in once you finally stop gripping your pain like a lifeline.
Once you let go of needing to be “fixed”
and start remembering who the fuck you actually are.

This isn’t surface-level happiness.
This is deep, cellular joy.
Sacred. Quiet. Undeniable.
And I’m addicted to it.

Not the kind of addiction that numbs…
but the kind that awakens.

I am dedicated to this feeling.
To this light.
To sharing it with others —
not as a fantasy, but as a frequency.

Because if I can find this…
after everything I carried?

So. Can. You.

You don’t need fixing.
You need remembering.
Let’s begin your Reveal. ✨