It Happened To Me: A Famous Psychic Told Me I'd Never Succeed At Anything (And That I'd Just Be A Housewife)

This popular psychic predicted my life would be pathetic and now I'm trying to break her spell/prediction—which is an uphill battle ;)

I’ve been a crystal-clutching psychic lover since birth. Never have I ever passed a ten-dollar palm reader sign without feeling some kind of magnetic pull. It’s the same with tarot card readers, numerologists, and astrology experts. It’s also the culture I came from—a potpourri of suppressed ethnicities and religions that were once the Soviet Union. The monolith had its versions of soothsaying. And I was into all of them.

I had a knack for spending money I didn’t have on strange divination practitioners: long-bearded Russian shamans, Kazakhstani witches…some lady in Queens who sold me a giant yellow candle that was supposed to solve all my problems by the time it burned down to its wick.

The thing is, though, my problems were nebulous: depression, loneliness—and more than anything, a desire to make something of myself. Unfortunately, I picked a career path with a success rate of two percent (one I had financed by waitressing, tutoring, nannying, and living in a room the size of a closet).

Maybe seeing a fortune teller would help?