Why Are People Addicted to Psychics?

As a child, I was fascinated by magic. I read books like The Secret Circle, about an ordinary girl who learns she’s a powerful witch, and I loved making my own “spell books,” which featured handwritten hexes and charms. I’d tea-stain the pages so they would look old, dark, and mysterious. Films like Teen Witch ignited my imagination and led me to believe in the extraordinary.

My relationship with magic changed as I grew up. These days, I’m less interested in the supernatural and more interested in things like mindfulness and gratitude. This is what some people would call “modern magik.” It’s not so much about casting spells as it is about self-awareness. Yet, when the invitation for a clairvoyant healing session with the intuitive Deganit Nuur came into my inbox, my inner child simply couldn’t say no.

I didn’t know what to expect, but I knew I had questions. Like many others, I’ve struggled with self-doubt and insecurities, especially through the different phases of life. In a place like Los Angeles, where youth is almost a religion, aging out of particular social brackets felt, at times, frightening. Comparisons to friends who appeared to be doing better often made me feel like I just didn’t quite measure up. I wasn’t looking for miracles when I walked into Nuur’s session; I was looking for clarity.

Seeing Self-Worth in a Different Light

What occurred during that session was interesting for me, but not in the way I thought. Nuur didn’t really try to predict my future through specific dates or outcomes. Instead, she gave me a glimpse of my current self that I had been too judging to notice.

My spirit guides, she said, chose my “beautiful body” as the ideal vessel for the journey of my soul. Although I’d like to think I worked hard to separate my self-worth from my appearance, I couldn’t deny her words stung in a way I hadn’t anticipated. After years of getting messages about beauty and aging from society, I found it oddly comforting to hear someone remind me of my worth, appearance included.

She didn’t stop there. Nuur called me “ethereal,” as though my essence doesn’t always align with the drab mechanisms of human existence. That resonated deeply. I realized how much I had scolded myself about forgetting things or struggling with little, everyday tasks. Suddenly, my quirks didn’t feel like flaws but pieces in a larger puzzle in which it made complete sense for me to exist in the specific way I do.

It made me see myself in a different light—an invitation to honor all the parts of me, even my perceived imperfections, which are simply part of my essence rather than a lack of something.

A Fresh Outlook on Professional Life

Nuur also spoke about my career and acknowledged the ambition and drive that I have. “Your 100 percent equals 150 percent for most people,” she said, encouraging me to back off some of the self-imposed pressure. I had never thought of my work ethic in that way, but it felt freeing to hear.

For a long time, I’d worked harder and harder, as though my best wasn’t ever enough. Nuur’s words made me stop and think: What if my efforts were already above and beyond? What if, instead, I could accomplish the same amount (or more!) with the space to breathe?

Her guidance wasn’t extreme but balanced. By doing less, she said, I could do more if I managed my energy better. It was a change of perspective I needed but had been too afraid to even consider. Her wisdom allowed me to own my strengths without hyper-vigilantly trying to explain my weaknesses.

A Detailed Psychic Reading on Love

When love came up, Nuur didn’t spare any details. My ex-boyfriends, who still loomed large in my social circle, were all still in love with me, she insisted. This discovery was particularly delightful following the realization that most of them had actually broken things off with me.

But as she was telling me this, I started to doubt my narrative. Maybe they still admired me and cared about me, even if the relationships didn’t work. It was a strangely liberating thought because it reframed my former love interests from failures to something significant.

This psychic reading encouraged me to release these bonds, claiming they were keeping me from my true partner. She described my future husband in vibrant detail: successful, supportive, and madly in love with me. “Let go of the exes for six weeks,” she told me, “and you’ll meet him.”

The questioning part of me wanted to roll my eyes and dismiss it, but her confidence touched something deep inside, giving me a flicker of hope that I do deserve the kind of love she described.

The Real Magic: Seeing Yourself Differently

What came through strongest for me about the session wasn’t the specific predictions but that Nuur’s insights enabled me to dream bigger for myself. She witnessed an untapped version of me I could not even imagine—a version of me who deserved success, love, and happiness that was complete. She opened new realms of possibility, where one can imagine joy and fulfillment.

For years, I had narrowed down my dreams, telling myself that certain things were not possible. Nuur’s psychic reading wasn’t just a hope; it was a refutation of the narrative I’d been telling myself. My future ceased to be a void, an unknown, and immediately became a canvas I could fill with colors.

Why This Experience Was True Healing

While I walked into the session curious about clairvoyance, I left with something far deeper: a fresh sense of my own worth and a reminder to be kinder to myself. The true magic of the session wasn’t about predicting the future; it was about transforming the way I experienced the present.

It wasn’t spiritual guides or otherworldly communication; it was seeing myself through a prism of possibility and self-kindness.

In a world that often calls for perfection, Nuur’s reading was a relief. It reminded me that growth and healing begin with how we perceive ourselves. As I started to slowly change my mindset, I recognized challenges as opportunities and defects as quirks of myself.

Whether or not her predictions come true, the session gave me something even rarer: the feeling that I’m deserving of the life I want to build.