When I was just two or three years old, a bright and boisterous toddler by all accounts, it is my understanding – though I would not have understood what was happening at the time – that someone close to me unconsciously formed a psychic attachment to me and began to vampirize my energy, feeding on my inner light, my life force – so strongly, in fact, that they tore a gaping hole in my energy field, the aura that surrounds the body and protects us. From that day forward, deprived of my natural protection, my inner light was at this person’s disposal at all times, whenever they needed a boost – and worse, it was now free for the taking by anyone else I encountered. What followed – until I finally got help recently in healing this energetic wound as an adult – was decades of a psychic feeding frenzy by countless people, with far-reaching and often devastating impacts that have rippled throughout my life ever since.

 
Let’s take a look at how having my life force compromised at such a young age played out, and how it brought me to creating this blog.

So, there I was, just a child, unwittingly running around with a big hole in my energy field that wouldn’t heal, in close contact with a psychic vampire, and anyone else who chose to psychically feed on me, be they friends, family, or even teachers. Needless to say, by the time I made it to grade school, damage was already being done. So, by fourth grade, as my bright spirit and psychological well-being declined, at the age of ten, I was diagnosed with clinical depression and anxiety and put on antidepressants, a label and a pattern that would come to define my identity, my psychological development, and my coping strategies for decades to come. 
 

By high school, I had finally developed my own opinions about psychiatric medication, and I wanted none of it. I wanted to be authentically me, to feel my real feelings, all the highs and lows I was missing. And truth be told, I think deep down, I intuitively understood something I would only come to grasp decades later: that antidepressants, like many chemical substances you put in your body, tend to lower your vibration, weaken your energy field, and make you even more susceptible to psychic interference, creating a vicious cycle. But by then, the damage was done. Unbeknownst to me, I was constantly being psychically drained by an increasing number of people, so every time I took the plunge and got off antidepressants – and trust me, there were many – I would sooner or later devolve into psychological nonfunctionality – which was not only intolerable to experience, it was unacceptable, given the high standards of academic performance I had set for myself. 
 

Throughout my school years, I experienced an upsetting pattern. Certain people – troubled young women in particular – would be drawn to me, and I would become close friends with them, for a while. But something felt off balance, and eventually I could not deal with their energy anymore, and I would withdraw from the friendship, often without warning or even truly understanding why. I just knew, intuitively, that it was not healthy for me to be around them anymore.  
 

Fast forward to early adulthood. Against all odds, and supported by an increasing variety of psych meds – not least of which were prescription stimulants, which provided a much-needed artificial substitute for the energy and enthusiasm I increasingly felt I was lacking – I had graduated as valedictorian, then summa cum laude, then grad school, and I was all set to kick off my dream job: a creative corporate career at a top firm in New York City. But barely two months after I started, tragedy struck: at age 26, I lost my only beloved sister - followed promptly by the sudden departure of who I thought was my soulmate six months later. Propped up on pills and having no precedent for truly processing my emotions, I strived to keep giving a perfect performance for years in the face of it all, until I couldn’t take the New York grind anymore.  
 
So, I took my career freelance and decided to start over in Asheville, North Carolina, a beautiful mountain town famous for its spiritual and creative scene, which I hoped would finally provide a haven where I could connect with kindred spirits and nurture my soul. Then within months of my triumphant relocation, the unthinkable happened: I was diagnosed with early-onset breast cancer at age 31, which required a year of chemotherapy, radiation, and multiple surgeries. Not only that, but I was unknowingly still attracting psychic vampires into my life, often as romantic partners – in fact, I now suspect that all the accumulated psychic vampirism, perhaps especially after years of energetic exposure in a big city, had contributed to me getting cancer so young in the first place, because the impacts to my life force made me more susceptible.

 

To make matters worse, as I now know all too well, it is believed that traumas like losing a loved one and major illness weaken your energy field, which only made even me more susceptible to psychic interference. And in the wake of this, I became increasingly withdrawn and isolated, which also makes you more susceptible - a perfect storm. At the time, I thought I was just rebounding from the trauma of cancer, but as this pattern increased over time and my awareness eventually grew, I came to realize I was probably intuitively trying to protect myself from further psychic entanglement by avoiding most people altogether. 
 
But there was a silver lining to all this: as often happens in the wake of traumatic life changes, in what is often referred to as a "shamanic initiation," I was spontaneously catapulted into a full-blown spiritual awakening! My fresh perspective on life, the universe, and our place within it changed everything overnight for me, and I even managed to get off antidepressants. And within a year or two of removing these meds from my system, I spontaneously came into my abilities as a clairaudient open channel. I could communicate with all kinds of things, from spirit guides to angels to those who have crossed over, and even more unexpected things, like crystals, houses, and even my cat!  
 

But the biggest surprise - and the least pleasant by far - came a few years later, when I experienced my first psychic attack ... and I could suddenly hear another living person’s unconscious mind. At first, I didn’t even understand what was happening to me; I didn’t believe that the constant verbal abuse I was internally hearing from this person could be real, as I knew them to consciously be very kind and level-headed. I had no concept at the time that they had in fact been suppressing their anger in general since childhood, and now I was the unlucky recipient of their years of pent-up rage. But what I discovered in the process of this first psychic attack, and in subsequent experiences that I will discuss throughout this blog, is that what I hear is everything people direct at me unconsciously through their psychic attachment to me – and trust me, as you’ll come to see in my blog posts, when you’re dealing with the unconscious, things can get ugly fast.

 

It is exactly these unconscious forces, by and large, that drive the phenomena of psychic vampirism and psychic attack. In my case, I endured this brutal psychic attack for several years, which wrecked me physically, mentally, and spiritually, and it was only after much trial and error that with angelic help, I eventually found relief.​ Thus, whether you think you are a victim, or you fear you may be psychically interfering with others yourself, it is my sincere hope that you will find something in these posts that will provide you with what you need to overcome and live your best life.