Growing up, I was such a skittish child. Everything that you could think of scared me. I was scared of the dark…I was scared of unknown places…I was scared of pretty much everything that I love and embrace now.
This week, I stepped into a place that I haven’t been in a long, long while. I stepped into my darker self. That place where all the things that I don’t like about myself reside. It is a place much like the pensieve that Dumbledore has in his office in the movie, “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.” It is that place where I put the thoughts and feelings that tend to crowd my mind…the things that ‘don’t fit’ what everyone expects me to be. That is where most of my anger and hurt and confusion and melancholy go. After all, witchcraft is all about love and light, right?
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