Sometime ago, I found out that a person I had dated for a short period was not only claiming to now be a bruja, but that there was also the possibility of a maldición put on my head soon after we broke up, especially if social media is to be believed. While it might sound like superstitious talk to you, it makes the most diabolical of sense to me, especially in painful retrospect.
Shortly after a parting of our untenable ways, I remember that I began to feel a sharp pain in my back, one that felt like a rusty needle being driven deep into my near-dead flesh. Family, friends and doctors would see no signs of trauma, but in the middle of the night, there were times when I would shoot up in bed out of a sound slumber, trying desperately to soothe the pin-prick pain that not a person in my life believed even existed. I thought I was going demente.