Love magic is probably the thing witches get asked about more than anything else.
Not protection.
Not money.
Not healing.
Love.
And honestly? I get it.
Because heartbreak makes people desperate in ways they barely recognise in themselves. Loneliness gets under your skin. Rejection can make you feel like there’s something fundamentally wrong with you. And when you’re sat there at 2am, crying over somebody who doesn’t text back or who left or who never bloody noticed you in the first place, the idea of a spell can feel dangerously comforting.
Especially now, online, where every second TikTok witch seems to be promising:
“Get your ex back overnight.”
“Make them obsessed.”
“Bind them forever.”
Usually for a frankly horrifying amount of money.
And I need to say this plainly:
I won’t do it.
Not because I think I’m morally superior.
Not because I’m pretending to be some perfectly enlightened witch floating above human emotion.
I won’t do it because manipulative love magic fucked parts of my life up so badly that I still carry the scars now.
There’s a Difference Between Love and Possession
I think this gets blurred online constantly.
Love magic itself is not automatically evil.
A spell for self-love?
Beautiful.
A ritual to heal your heart after a breakup?
Absolutely.
Magic to help you stop chasing emotionally unavailable dickheads who treat you like a convenience instead of a human being?
Honestly, vital work for half the population.
But trying to force a specific person to love you?
Trying to override their will?
Trying to make somebody obsessed with you, unable to leave you, unable to stop thinking about you?
That is not love.
That’s possession.
That’s fear.
That’s desperation.
That’s trying to control another human being because you cannot bear the pain of not being chosen.
And I understand that pain more than I’d honestly like to admit.
The Teenage Witch Who Thought She Knew Everything
When I was younger, I made some catastrophically stupid magical decisions.
Not cute silly mistakes either.
Not “oops my candle cracked”.
I mean genuinely damaging choices made by a deeply insecure, emotionally fucked-up teenager who had absolutely no business messing with the sort of magic she was trying to work.
My understanding of relationships was already warped long before witchcraft entered the picture. I grew up around toxic misogynistic bullshit, unhealthy dynamics, emotional instability, and the kind of messaging that teaches girls their worth comes from being wanted.
So when magic entered my life, I reached for it like a weapon instead of a tool.
I cast obsession spells.
Lust spells.
Love spells.
And every single one left wreckage behind.
The One I Regret Most
One of those spells was cast on a boyfriend when I was still very young.
I wanted him obsessed with me.
Devoted.
Focused entirely on me.
I wanted to feel safe.
Wanted.
Important.
Instead, the relationship spiralled into something deeply unhealthy and frightening. Looking back now, I can see how much I ignored because I’d become psychologically trapped inside the outcome I thought I wanted.
And eventually it led to sexual assault.
People will argue over whether magic literally caused that or whether the spell simply trapped me emotionally in a dangerous dynamic long after my instincts were screaming at me to run.
Honestly?
I don’t fucking care which it was.
What matters is that I opened doors I should never have touched, and I paid for it in ways that took years to untangle inside myself.
The Damage Spreads Further Than You Think
Another spell blew apart friendships and trust in ways I can still feel guilty about decades later.
And another trapped both me and somebody else inside a relationship that should never have existed in the way it did. We spent years hurting each other quietly because I was trying to force reality into the shape I wanted instead of accepting the truth sitting right in front of me.
That one breaks my heart most now.
Because there wasn’t evil there.
Just confusion.
Fear.
Shame.
Two young people slowly fucking themselves up emotionally trying to survive inside something fundamentally untrue.
That’s what manipulative love magic does.
People think it creates romance.
Often it creates distortion instead.
The Bit Nobody Selling Obsession Spells Talks About
Manipulative magic does not only affect the target.
It wraps around you too.
You become obsessed.
Hypervigilant.
Emotionally trapped.
Unable to tell the difference between intuition and paranoia anymore.
You stop asking:
“Is this relationship healthy?”
…and start asking:
“How do I stop them leaving?”
That is a horrifying place to end up psychologically.
Because real love requires freedom.
Choice.
Mutuality.
Truth.
If somebody has to be spiritually tied to you against their will, what you have is not love. It’s fear wearing a pretty dress and pretending to be romance.
And I think a lot of witches know that deep down, even when they’re desperate enough to ignore it.
The Real Love Story
Here’s the thing that still makes me laugh a bit now.
I didn’t cast a single bloody spell when I met my husband.
Nothing.
No candles.
No moon water.
No “bring me my soulmate” petition tucked under a crystal.
We just met.
Naturally.
Mutually.
Honestly.
And it’s healthier than anything I ever tried to force into existence.
Because real love feels completely different from obsession.
Real love feels safe.
It feels like somebody seeing the absolute gremlin version of you and staying anyway.
It feels like being allowed to exist fully as yourself instead of constantly trying to secure affection before it disappears.
It feels calm.
And after the chaos I created in my younger years, calm turned out to be far more magical than obsession ever was.
The Magic I Will Help With
I will always help people heal.
I will help with:
- self-love
- confidence
- emotional healing
- cord cuttings
- releasing toxic attachments
- attraction magic
- opening yourself to healthy relationships
- rebuilding your sense of worth after heartbreak
Because that kind of magic gives power back to you.
It helps you heal instead of helping you control someone else.
That matters enormously to me now.
A Final Truth
If somebody has to be magically forced to love you, they are not your person.
I know that’s painful sometimes.
I know rejection can feel unbearable.
But I swear to you, forcing somebody to stay will not heal the part of you that feels abandoned. It just builds a relationship on fear instead of truth.
And eventually the cracks show.
They always fucking show.
Closing Thought
One of the hardest lessons witchcraft ever taught me was this:
Just because you can influence something does not mean you should.
These days my magic is slower.
Softer.
More honest.
Less about forcing.
More about healing.
And after everything I’ve lived through, I would rather sit alone under the moon with my own peace intact than ever again try to cage another human being inside my desperation.
That isn’t love.
And I won’t sell it as if it is.
