A Psychic Told Me I Was Murdered In A Past Life
Duh.
You were murdered in your past life. Brutally. By someone you trusted.
The psychic came highly recommended, but that's not why I'm here.
(She offered to do the first session for free)
No, wait—you were murdered in *every* past life.
Huh. Yeah. That checks out. I never believed in psychics, but this one might change my mind. Or at least hold my attention.
In every incarnation, your soul keeps trying to right the wrong. But your trauma...it wants you to repeat the pattern. Not because it's good for you, but because it's familiar.
Here we go with the T-word.
Trauma has a way of clinging to things. It’s like debris that your spirit unknowingly carries.
Like plaque on teeth.
A stubborn stain, of sorts.
Like piss in grout.
Something that haunts you.
Like dating that nepo baby who lost his virginity to his cousin.