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Session 5, Week 13
Jul. 25th, 2018 04:03 pmWhat would I tell my teenage self. Oh. Well. A girl taller than her classmates, even the male ones, who could ride a broom with the same effortless ease that most can't manage walking, and a head for the arts they often denied children. I can imagine what most would want me to say to her.
Slow down. Take your time. Don't touch that. Those words aren't meant for human ears, or witches.
I know the words because I've heard them time and time again. Spoken to me by my parents, by my professors. All my life I was told to stop doing that, don't ask that. So what would I say to myself?
Keep going. Try hard. You deserve all of the knowledge you can learn.
Oh, and don't give up on her. Never give up. She will be there again.
Slow down. Take your time. Don't touch that. Those words aren't meant for human ears, or witches.
I know the words because I've heard them time and time again. Spoken to me by my parents, by my professors. All my life I was told to stop doing that, don't ask that. So what would I say to myself?
Keep going. Try hard. You deserve all of the knowledge you can learn.
Oh, and don't give up on her. Never give up. She will be there again.
Session 4, Week 11
Jul. 15th, 2018 02:54 pmI see little benefit in talking about our fears. It gives them strength, allows them to take root in the mind and hold on tight until they are all we can think about. No one benefits from that. That said, if I was to speak about my moments where the fears have won, then it would be in each and every time I have lost love.
Some of them I knew it was coming. Others it was a terrible, horrible surprise. Yet, I knew that eventually those moments would come. That doesn't make them any less terrifying when it happens. Especially in the cases when the loss was tragic and sudden, when I hadn't time to say goodbye, to tell them how much I love them. So there is a terror in that, in not having time to say goodbye and not knowing if you will ever be able to love like that again.
Thankfully, for a time being, I do not know that terror, and hopefully won't again for a very long time.
Some of them I knew it was coming. Others it was a terrible, horrible surprise. Yet, I knew that eventually those moments would come. That doesn't make them any less terrifying when it happens. Especially in the cases when the loss was tragic and sudden, when I hadn't time to say goodbye, to tell them how much I love them. So there is a terror in that, in not having time to say goodbye and not knowing if you will ever be able to love like that again.
Thankfully, for a time being, I do not know that terror, and hopefully won't again for a very long time.
Session 3, week 8
Jun. 20th, 2018 05:59 pmDearest Sweet Wicked Eldrine,
I hope that the day never comes that you read this letter. If you ever do, it is because I have not survived, and the blood enchantments I have put on this will bring it to your hands. Therefor I hope you never learn the truth from anything but my own lips and not from a letter that I have questioned writing since the moment I put paper to quill.
My coming to Hogwarts was not by chance, nor was it an accident. It was truly seeking out a girl whom I have known in the past, twice that I am fairly certain of, and who I could not resist finding in this lifetime as well. Certainly it is obvious that girl is you.
You have been part of my life twice before, in Japan once, and in France after that. I have known you since the moment I met you, and perhaps there are more that have strengthened that bond. Now I have come to Scotland because the omens and portend told me that you had returned once more. I was delighted to find you again, to find the brilliant and dangerous mind you have and to learn that you have only become more of the witch and wise woman I've known you to be.
If you are reading this, and we are no longer together, please believe that I will find you again, my Lovely One. If you have returned to me all of these times, then I am certain I will find you once more. In a vault beneath my home you will find the workings you will need to trace me through the end of this life and the beginning of the next. I look forward to seeing you once more.
Will all my heart,
Kit
I hope that the day never comes that you read this letter. If you ever do, it is because I have not survived, and the blood enchantments I have put on this will bring it to your hands. Therefor I hope you never learn the truth from anything but my own lips and not from a letter that I have questioned writing since the moment I put paper to quill.
My coming to Hogwarts was not by chance, nor was it an accident. It was truly seeking out a girl whom I have known in the past, twice that I am fairly certain of, and who I could not resist finding in this lifetime as well. Certainly it is obvious that girl is you.
You have been part of my life twice before, in Japan once, and in France after that. I have known you since the moment I met you, and perhaps there are more that have strengthened that bond. Now I have come to Scotland because the omens and portend told me that you had returned once more. I was delighted to find you again, to find the brilliant and dangerous mind you have and to learn that you have only become more of the witch and wise woman I've known you to be.
If you are reading this, and we are no longer together, please believe that I will find you again, my Lovely One. If you have returned to me all of these times, then I am certain I will find you once more. In a vault beneath my home you will find the workings you will need to trace me through the end of this life and the beginning of the next. I look forward to seeing you once more.
Will all my heart,
Kit
Therapy Session 2, Lesson 6
Jun. 5th, 2018 08:51 pmIt would seem you are keeping with a theme here. I can't say I like it, but neither am I surprised. It is the epitome of what therapy like this is about, isn't it? Bringing the secrets to light and baring them to the world? Except that when you give people a choice, they aren't always likely to tell the truth. I will endeavor to do so here. For my own amusement, I can admit.
If I am told a secret, and I am informed it is such, it is mine to keep. I will not share it with others. What does that benefit me? How do I help myself if I reveal that which could help me the most?
Which is what it is. It is helpful to me to keep those secrets.
As for what I would do with such information? I would use it as benefits me, of course. It's what we would all do, most are just not honest enough to admit that. I'm not like most people though. I know that we all take what we're told, whether we share it with others or not, and we use it to benefit ourselves. In our work. Within our private lives. Just to bolster ourselves in the knowing. We use those secrets, and that is the truth, whether people are open and honest about it or not.
If I am told a secret, and I am informed it is such, it is mine to keep. I will not share it with others. What does that benefit me? How do I help myself if I reveal that which could help me the most?
Which is what it is. It is helpful to me to keep those secrets.
As for what I would do with such information? I would use it as benefits me, of course. It's what we would all do, most are just not honest enough to admit that. I'm not like most people though. I know that we all take what we're told, whether we share it with others or not, and we use it to benefit ourselves. In our work. Within our private lives. Just to bolster ourselves in the knowing. We use those secrets, and that is the truth, whether people are open and honest about it or not.
A telling prompt, I must say. I approve. It must certainly give you a lot of information about your patients. If you believe they can be trusted. After all, in the end you only have their word on it. At least as far as I can tell. So you have to believe what we say, which is an interesting way of running things. Seems a bit counterproductive, don't you think?
Back on subject though. Let me see. What is the purpose of talking about ones secret desires? Is there a point behind it? Not as if most here would have a ways and means of fulfilling such desires, would they?
I'm not sure I have a desire to report. I, unlike so many, indulge mine as needed so where does that leave me? I suspect I'm not going to be nearly as entertaining as some of your patients, though I'm curious to see who I might meet through this.
Back on subject though. Let me see. What is the purpose of talking about ones secret desires? Is there a point behind it? Not as if most here would have a ways and means of fulfilling such desires, would they?
I'm not sure I have a desire to report. I, unlike so many, indulge mine as needed so where does that leave me? I suspect I'm not going to be nearly as entertaining as some of your patients, though I'm curious to see who I might meet through this.
