I was watching Oprah last week and the show was about regular suburban people that had dirty little secrets. Some hid behind the shadows but talked explicitly about what they did. Others came out with their secrets on the show to hundreds of strangers before they even told their closest friends. Then it struck me...its easier to talk to a stranger about your dirty laundry. Maybe its the anonymity of it. Maybe you think they won't judge you as harsh as your friends will. Most people spend an awful lot of time thinking about what other people are gonna think if they find out X thing about them. Everyone has a skeleton in their closet. Why is it easier to talk about it with someone you don't even know? Take these blogs for example...people write about anything and everything. Shielded behind a username they feel safe and free to express themselves. Are strangers better confidants than friends?
My Secret: For the longest time I battled depression on my own. I'd put up a facade of happiness and success but alone and within me it was a different story. It became so bad that I became a cutter. Since then I've gotten help but even today when friends and loved ones ask about some of the visible scars I can't tell them the whole story. Not yet.



