Hi! I’m Vickie!

Welcome to Wickedly Wildly Witch – the place where shadows and light dance together. I am a survivor of over two decades of narcissistic abuse, now unapologetically reborn into my feral, chaos-stirring self. My journey is one of reclaiming power, weaving resilience, and embracing the sacred wild.

I walk with the goddesses who guide me—Hecate at the crossroads, Persephone in descent and return, Lilith in defiance, the Morrígan in sovereignty, and Nyx in the eternal night. Their presence shapes my path, my magic, and my voice.

Here, I share my truth, my Craft, and the beauty of rising Wickedly, Wildly, and Witch-fully whole.

Let’s get one thing straight: it’s going to be real in here. If the truth hurts, you might wanna keep scrolling, because I’m not sugarcoating a damn thing. Truths will be told, people will get called out (don’t worry, no names— I’m not that reckless), and yes, I swear. A lot. The F-bomb is basically punctuation in my world. If that bothers you, I’m probably not your cup of tea… and that’s 100% OK.

I am a Level 69, vibrant, vocal, vivacious, verifiably vexing, vociferously vested vixen— and proud of it.

I’ve been defying description for over half my lifetime. Sometimes I have my shit together (though my friends would definitely laugh at that claim). I’m a mix of contradictions—random, different, unconventional. I’m self-taught in most things, and while I’ll never pretend to know everything, I sure as hell know enough to keep a conversation going with just about anyone. Some call me “mouthy.” I call it speaking my truth. I don’t tolerate BS — period.

I’m also a member of the WDNC movement. If you don’t know what that is, TikTok and Facebook are right there waiting—go look it up and join us.

Here’s the real part …after more than two decades of living in the shadows of narcissistic abuse – silenced, diminished, surviving mental degradation, and cut off from my wild, untamed self, I finally broke the trauma bond and cut the soul tie. Shadows don’t last forever. I rose from the ashes they thought would destroy me, just like the Phoenix, reclaimed my voice, my magic, and the feral life that was never truly lost. That journey shaped me in ways I’ll be sharing here. Some of it may be raw, heavy, or uncomfortable to read. If that’s not for you, that’s fine—don’t come back. You won’t hurt my feelings. Honestly, it’ll probably be better for both of us.

Now, I live as my truest self: Wildly, Wickedly, Witch and unapologetically me. I stir chaos, not for destruction, but for transformation. I embrace the messy, the raw, and the beautiful contradictions of being human and being Witch.

My path is guided by the goddesses who stand with me at every threshold:

  • Hecate, keeper of the crossroads and torchbearer in the dark.
  • Persephone, who teaches me to descend into the underworld and rise again.
  • Lilith, fierce in her defiance and freedom.
  • The Morrígan, whispering of sovereignty, strength, and the battle cry of survival.
  • Nyx, eternal night herself, who wraps me in mystery and stars.

This blog, Wickedly Wildly Witch, is where I share my journey—survival, magic, chaos, and rebirth. It’s a space for the broken and the bold, for those finding their way back to their own wildness, and for anyone who knows that even in the darkest night, there is power, beauty, and infinite possibility.

So, welcome. Light a candle, stir the cauldron, and walk with me through shadow and flame.