What's Your Secret?


So tonight, my boyfriend and I went to see Frank Warren, the author and creator of Post Secret speak. It was very powerful and intense.

The entire room was like a raw nerve wrapped in warmth because we were all feeling this way.

He began his talk by talking about why and how he created Post Secret and then showed some of the secrets that never made it to publication due to various reasons, but they were all so powerful, and some utterly hilarious.

I found it interesting when he said that he's often asked in interviews "how he deals with secrets confessing crimes/murders."

He said that No, he in fact, hardly ever gets those kind of secrets out of the millions he receives...instead, he gets thousands about self harm, self destruction, suicide.

How interesting it is that the reality of our society is not reflected in the mainstream of our society. On the news, you don't hear about Bob's crippling depression, Mary's cutting, Sally's suicide attempt.
Instead, you hear about "this crime, that crime, oh the world is oh so terrible a place, think of the children!"

But as Frank validated, that hardly comprises our world. (and he would know. He's the secret keeper after all.)

Then at the end of his discussion, he opened the mics up to the audience and I was literally brought to tears by the sheer vulnerability exhibited in a room of hundreds!

Especially when this one girl went up there. I couldn't see her very well...I just heard her shaking voice as she said,
"I know everyone says that it is better to have a few good friends than to be popular. But I don't have either and I'm so lonely."

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So this is to you, mystery girl...a hug I wish I could give you. I admire you for bearing your soul to a roomful of strangers who in actuality, probably all feel as Boldyou do. I get so lonely too.

PS- this is to David because I know you know secretly read my blog but don't want me to know...thank you for sharing the evening and experience with me. I wasn't lonely tonight. <3

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