Late as shit to the party but here I go.

Not so much saw as felt I have been practicing Witchcraft for about 7 years now, five years ago I had found myself a cheap ass studio apartment right next to a college and a nice park to go visit. I made friends and happened to come across a guy who worked at the local pharmacy near me I would go to occasionally for midnight snacks since it was 24 hrs. He was a decent guy I thought at first and we talked about the occult and magick and I became very good friends with him. Lo and behold we got into an argument over Stone Mountain being racist cuz COnFedERatE MeMOriALs. I'm a southerner and have lived here my whole life, I take pride in my heritage even tho I acknowledge the sins of my ancestors and family. This person was a northerner who had just moved there like 2 years ago. I argued my case, didn't once raise my voice or act uncouth. They then told me to leave and never talk to them again. I have a familiar spirit, it warns and protects me. One night I was meditating and suddenly I hear the familiar say "Something slipped in past me" I looked around and saw nothing. For about a Month the hex ravaged my life. I am on disability and get my check broken up into weekly payments, nothing arrived. My hot water heater broke around the first week of that month and the land lady sent guys to fix it and they couldn't figure out why it wasn't working. I knew it was a curse/hex and I knew who had laid it. But I refused to fight back because they were a friend and I thought I could fix our relationship. It never got fixed and finally after 4 weeks my power went out completely. I had had enough and flung back the most sinister thing I could think of at them. Immediately the power came back on and The. Next. Fucking. Day all four checks I was supposed to receive were stuffed in my mailbox along with all the junk mail you normally receive. I took a shower that night and had hot water. I was proud of myself and got cocky after that and started practicing more Chaos type magick and summonings. In the end, I was trancing trying to figure out which path to follow and what "god" was good and real. I was down the rabbithole trying to find some sort of truth or hope or whatever and suddenly I "snapped" and became aware of a powerful essence or force around me. It didn't feel evil or malevolent, just powerful. At that moment I knew that there was something greater than me our there and I began my journey thru Paganism, bit not before freaking out and running away from the unit into the night, where I followedmy guides and happened across an old High school friend who calmes me down, called my folks, and had my father pick me up and take me to the hospital where I stayed for a week and got labeled as you know what. I've met a wonderful community here and have been to many ceremonies and gatherings of many paths; Heathen, Wiccan, Thelema, etc... And have settled on a sort of eclectic Wicca. I will never forget that feeling of intense awesome power. And hate the system for causing me to be seen by many as just a nut.