Sometimes people are not able to share secrets with their close ones either in the fear of hurting them or because they are embarrassed to admit something they did. However, bottling things up can lead to other problems, and sharing your secrets with a therapist or a complete stranger can help you unburden your mind. I believe that sharing secrets make people realize that they are not alone and that no one is perfect. We all make mistakes, most of us go through bouts of loneliness and depressing thoughts and there is nothing to be ashamed about them. In fact, sharing them can actually make people feel better.
“I dropped three courses not because I was failing academically, but because I was very close to killing myself.”
“Every day I hate the life I’m living a little bit more. I can retrace my steps and see all the choices that would have gotten me to where I wish I was too, but I feel so trapped now. I feel so unwanted and out of place all the time.”
“My giant sexy engagement ring is a created diamond. You (my dear coworkers) all love it to death and go on about how amazing it is because you think my fiance dropped $10,000 on it. It cost $50 on Ebay and I love it because it’s SCIENCE and not DeBeers.”
“Only my girl knows this, I was thinking of killing myself when I came back from working abroad, I was about to do it on a friday, but a friend told me “Hey you wanna come hang out saturday night? just chilling here at home” I decided to go.
It was actually a surprise welcome party for me, all my friends were there, it was an amazing night. None of them know, but they saved my life, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for that.”
“I have eaten food quantities that were listed as “family-sized” in a single sitting, many times.”
“I’m 28 years old and still struggle reading analog clocks.”
“I just started drinking again. I would have been 2 years sober in January.”
“Compassion fatigue is slowly killing me. I’m so tired. I love my friends and family deeply, but I need a break from being the shoulder to cry on for a while.”
“I have terminal cancer and am tired of the side effects of the treatments and the pain the cancer is causing. I really want to just die and get it over with but my wife and two daughters would be devastated if I stopped fighting.”
“I cried over bell peppers today. I always made my dad stuffed orange bell peppers on Halloween. I would cut the little jack o lantern faces out and everything. He’s been dead for three years but today for a second in the grocery store I thought oh that’s right I need orange bell peppers.”
“I’ve always told everyone my mom died of cancer. She committed suicide. Footnote: So did my son.”
“How lost and hurt I really am. It’s easier to hide it all and pretend everything is getting better.”
“I’m fully vaxxed as at 3 days ago. Only my wife knows. My entire family and coworkers are all SUPER ANTIVAXX. I’m a closet vaxxer.”
“I don’t think I want kids because I’m too much like my father. I can end the bloodline with me.”
“I’ve become really detached from life ever since my mom passed.”
“I did a two hour online test for college and we had to stay on camera for the whole two hours until everyone was done.
The problem was I s**t myself half an hour into the test and sat in my own s**t not allowed to move and if I did move everyone would see I s**t myself. So I waited until everyone was done and got marks done and could turn off the cameras. I got 100% in the test.”
“I only wear a tie and jacket when I’ve been feeling really upset and fed up with life. That way I have at least one thing to brighten my day. I have been dressing up everyday for more than two weeks now…”
“I’ve tried so hard to not be my mom and not be like her that I started doing things she did, and lying to myself and everyone around me, just like she does. One year of therapy down, and I’m trying really hard to put a stop to my bad patterns.”
“I haven’t done a single assignment this semester, I haven’t even gone to class. I don’t know why I’m doing this.”
“I’ve been passively suicidal For 7+ years now and most days I wish I had a completely different life, because I don’t want to live mine anymore. I just feel like I’m suppose to have died 7 years ago. I tear up a lot when I’m thinking about it too long. I love a lot of my life. But I can’t imagine wanting to live it.”