Witchcraft, my personal agony

I’ve known that I was a witch for longer than I can remember. When I was very young my aunt initated me into a coven, and since then my regular life has evolved around the craft. The coven that I was part of had been slowly disintegrating for months, as witches had been slowly turning in different directions. I knew that I could never do that. Witchcraft ran in my veins, thicker than blood. Then my mother ( I was an only child and had never had a father, like all the girls in my family ) died a horrible death. I had nowhere to turn. My life started slowly downhill, then went faster and faster. I lost my job, my cat was run over, my boyfriend left the country. I started to blame the craft for my life. I began to hate witchcraft. But I can’t give it up. And I never will.