Honesty is a trait many people value greatly when it comes to relationships. Any kind of relationship really, friendships included. A 2022 study published in the Evolutionary Psychological Science journal revealed that people put honesty at the top when it comes to friends.
UK non-profit The Oddfellows conducted their own survey and found the same with people aged 60 and over. 45% of the respondents in a 2,000-people survey claimed that honesty is the most important trait among friends. Trust, loyalty, and dependability followed after.
Although we agree that being honest with people is paramount, we still keep secrets. They're not all in bad faith, of course; sometimes, we might do it to safeguard their peace of mind. But we like secrets in general, and we like reading about others' secrets even more. That's why when one netizen asked, "What secret are you currently hiding from someone that you're willing to share on Reddit?", over 16,000 people rushed in to read what folks had to say.
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I've started to on occasion "accidentally" (but on purpose) not hang up my phone correctly when getting off a call with my daughter-in-law.
I then proceed to talk to my husband about how much I enjoy talking to her, how lovely I think she is, how glad I am that our son chose her, and whatever other boost I may think she needs.
She doesn't have any family that uplifts her, just the kind that tears her down.
I started doing this after my son told me about his wife coming to him in full-on snot tears, because I had once butt dialed her while talking to my husband about her. She stayed on the line to hear what I "really" thought of her, expecting the worst because that's been her experience of family.
Apparently she was quite touched by the things I said, and my son told me it gave her a confidence boost that lasted weeks.
So I do it more often now. Neither of them have any idea I do it on purpose, though. They just think I'm getting old and worse at managing my tech.
The user that asked this question, r/Asphoric, was kind enough to have a chat with Bored Panda. They told us what inspired them to inquire about other Redditors' secrets and shared their own secret that prompted this whole thread.
r/Asphoric tells us they had a secret of their own they happened to be hiding, which is why they wanted to know about other Redditors' secrets. The Redditor didn't anticipate how many people would share their dark secrets about feeling lonely and dejected.
"I asked the question knowing that people may say some dark/NSFW stuff, but to see the outpouring from everyone was really moving," they said. "I read a lot of comments that touched on a lot of difficult subjects. I felt both sad but also proud of everyone for having the courage to share what they did."
I told my best friend I won a holiday in a raffle and wanted her to come with me free of charge. We stayed in a nice hostel, did lots of fun activities and I paid for it all with a “pre paid credit card from the raffle”. I didn’t win anything, I booked it all myself and paid everything for her because she deserved a break and I knew she couldn’t afford it nor would she have accepted me paying for her. I would do it again 10x over, she deserves the absolute world.
I won the lottery last month. Nobody knows. I hired a money manager and invested it all. My wife's birthday is next month and I plan to surprise her with the news that we are debt free and can retire immediately.
r/Asphoric doesn't think keeping secrets is an evil thing, and neither would they be a hard limit in relationships. "I think secrets are necessary and a part of human nature. They're certainly not a dealbreaker for me in relationships – if someone is comfortable enough with you, they'll open up. It just takes time."
The Redditor also agreed to share the secret that prompted the whole thread. "I had my girlfriend text me asking me to come over (even though I could not) so I could escape a miserable vacation with my family," the netizen shares. "I have not told my parents, and I don't intend to."
I am the 7 accounts that donate to my cousins streams. Little man needs something positive and it's better if he thinks it's from internet strangers and not a sympathetic cousin.
Edit: For those telling me to link his stuff, I'm not going to. Not meant as an insult to the decent folk on here, but the internet is vile and I would like to spare him that as long as possible.
I am a teacher, and I am off for the summer. I get to spend all that time with my daughter, age 4, and my son, who is not quite one yet. My wife works full time. My son is just starting to talk, and my wife and I have a friendly competition going to try to get him to say Dada or Mama first. What she doesn't know is that while she is at work, I spend the day talking about her and saying the word Mama a lot. We have been working on it together for weeks. The other day, she walked in the door after getting home from a long day, and he looked at her and said Mama clear as day. She was so happy and rubbed it in my face (playfully) that he said Mama first. Even did a little happy dance. I'll never tell her.
Edit: I'm going to edit since I can't respond to everybody: Thanks for all the kind words, and I am glad my little story has made so many of you happy!
Yea, I had the opposite. Son's father worked over time to make sure our son's first word was Dada and he said it on Mother's Day.
My brother bought chickens as his little organic farm was struggling. I had suggested an honesty box for the excess eggs - he spend hours making his own red barn shaped honesty box.
Eggs went on sale, crickets. Not much business at all. He was so defeated.
All of a sudden, once a week someone now calls by and buys all of his stock. Could be 10-12 boxes of eggs.
That someone, is me.
I buy the eggs.
Maybe the brother just needs some marketing. Just a small flyer in a few nearby shops or so.
My husband has large feet, large enough that there are only a few places I can buy him shoes and since the in person place near me closed down they're pretty much all online. All this to say: his shoes are $$$$.
He also grew up poor. Like the kitchen floor was his bedroom poor. He stopped being able to find his shoe size in stores before he was in high school, and before he met me he always only had one pair of shoes at a time, and sneakers were his everyday/work/dress shoe. He even worked fast food jobs in regular sneakers because he couldn't find non slip in his size. And because getting each pair was so difficult and costly he'd often wear his shoes until they had holes in the soles before replacing them.
When he was studying to be a mechanic I got him a pair of steel toed boots for his birthday. I splurged and got a good brand that would last for years. He recognized the brand and knew what they sold for and he demanded I return them, he was planning on squeezing into cheaper, smaller boots and dealing with it. So I lied, said I had bought them months before during a sale. Got 'em at 40% off, then signed up for all their stuff for an additional 20% off.
I had paid full price.
I've bought him "sale shoes" several times since then. One time he even cried because I had gotten him a second pair of sneakers well before his old ones needed to be replaced. His shoes kept getting wet from some yard work he was doing and he'd have no choice but wear wet shoes around. His last pair of work boots showed up with the first pair of sandals he has owned in over 25 years, because there was a "BOGO sale" that I totally made up, I just wanted to get him sandals because we camp a lot and him using camp showers without sandals always grossed me out, but I had never managed to find a pair in his size until then.
My grandmother took care of disabled adults and one named Alfred was a wonderfully kind man with severely disformed hands and feet, and this made normal shoes impossible for him to wear. A leather worker in our town, for over 20 years, made him custom shoes and only ever charged for the cost of the materials. Alfred passed many years ago, but we still use the same person for any and all repairs and alterations.
I've been homeless for a while and I have a job interview at cvs tomorrow at noon. I'm so goddamn terrified. I need this job so badly. I'm desperate.
Idunno about "hiding," per se, but I've never told anyone. When I first moved to a new high school when I was 15, I ended up in a bad way very quickly with depression and such, like sleeping every hour of the day except for school kinda bad. That's not the story though. I just felt like the school itself was really dreary and I didn't have any friends, so sometimes to just escape for few minutes I'd go to the bathroom that was usually empty during class and chill for a few minutes to gather my thoughts I guess. Anyway, one time I wrote a post it note that said "You are beautiful :)" and slapped it on the mirror and left. Don't know why, just felt like I needed it, so someone else probably did too I guess? When I came back to the bathroom the next day there were replies written on the note about how much someone had needed to hear that that day, etc etc. It made a dark time a little better to know I could make some other sad teenage girls at least smile maybe. I did it a few more times that year every month or so.
So many times when we are down we feel so alone. We don't realize that there are others around who are also feeling just as bad or worse.
I split my cat's treats in half
She's a chonky girl... and she'll never know.
I have rented a bouncy house water slide for my wife's 39th birthday. She has no idea.
Im in debt and only eat once a day. i tried to end everything but when i ask for help in reddit. someone just saved me from hunger for me and my dog. it gives me hope that strangers would extend a hand for help.
I haven’t been able to get over my dad’s death. Everyone has moved on, and it takes everything I have to get out of bed. I miss him so much.
I feel you, my friend. When a loved one dies, you don't really get "over it" but the pain gets less raw as the years pass x
I have a sweet one.
My father is convinced that lilies were my late mother's favorite flower, because their wedding venue was filled to the brim with them and she was supposed to be the one who picked the flowers. He got her lilies for every birthday, anniversary, and whenever she was in the hospital (my mother was in poor health most of her life). When she passed away, the funeral was full of lilies, and he still sometimes puts a vase of lilies beside her urn.
The thing is, my mother once confessed to me that lilies weren't her favorite flower. She was fine with them, but she preferred morning glories and sunflowers. My domineering grandmother, however, told her those weren't classy enough for a wedding and hounded her about it until my mom gave in and let her pick lilies. Mom was actually pretty wounded by how dramatic the floral arrangements ended up being - another big, showy way for her mom to say, "I'm right and you're wrong." When she later voiced this, my grandmother brushed it off with, "Please, no one's going to remember a thing about your wedding."
But my dad remembered. He got her lilies every day of their honeymoon, and by the end of the week she'd gone from annoyed to deeply touched. He didn't know the backstory, he just wanted to make her happy, and in doing so he kind of stripped the negative association away from them. She told me she liked that *he* gave her lilies more than flowers themselves. They turned from a symbol of being ignored to a sign that somebody was thinking of her happiness.
She swore me to secrecy, and I'll take it to the grave. RIP, Mom.
UPDATE: So as many of you have said, the "take it to the grave" line will mock me forever, because y'all convinced me to tell my dad today. As predicted, it only took a few hours to get a "this u?" text from a sibling, and we all quickly conferred and agreed I should call him in the morning.
And Dad's first reply? "Oh yeah, I know that, morning glories were her favorite. They just don't sell bouquets of those, so I'd get her the next best thing." Apparently she always said lilies were her favorite, but she talked about positive memories around morning glories so much that he put two and two together.
However, he had *no* idea that my grandmother chose the wedding flowers, and was kinda pissed to find out("Doesn't that just...sound like her?"😒). He wishes Mom said something, but figures maybe she didn't want to "win" and still end up thinking about a fight with her mom every time she looked at the flowers. He's touched to hear he made them special for her, but did say she often told him how much she appreciated it, just left out the stuff about the wedding. Interestingly, he thinks Mom actually exaggerated the honeymoon lilies; he's pretty sure he only gave her lilies twice, on the way out and on the way back home.
As I said in another post, Dad does not know what Reddit is and does not care to learn, but he thought it was nice that the story made people happy. Then he launched into telling me why I need to get a new car already, and the thread was lost lmao.
"Aw, that's good, see, you should send your little stories to the New Yorker or something! People will read them, I keep telling you!" - My dear old dad, who only vaguely understands what my side hustle is and has adorable faith in both me and the publishing industry as a result.
Dad did somehow completely miss that Mom liked sunflowers, to the point that I don't think he actually believes me ("Nah, I think you misunderstood, she liked that Van Gogh painting, that's what she meant." "The painting *of sunflowers,* Babo! That's why!"). But you can't win 'em all. 😂 Thanks for wrapping this up in a bow, Reddit!
Sometimes I'm grateful that I woke up blind. I was a total workaholic and going blind was a nightmare that first summer, but the fact I couldn't work in nursing anymore-- ESPECIALLY post-covid-- did wonders for my mental health. I also realized how much I love hanging out with my 3 sons. I didn't know how much I loved their company until I wasn't working 50-60 hour weeks, mostly 3rd shift, so I hardly ever saw my kids. Being blind sucks, and I feel guilty sometimes for thinking that I prefer it to how things were before, but given the choice, I don't think I'd go back to being sighted, because that would mean the nightmare of working in nursing again and never seeing my husband and my kids.
Edit: to answer the most-asked questions...
I woke up with a disease called AZOOR. 131 people have it and it ate my retinas.
And for f**k's sake yall, I use a computer. I type with a keyboard and listen with TTS. It ain't rocket surgery. Blind folks use technology, same as yall lol
And if you asked me a question and I didn't answer it, sorry! There were a LOT of yall asking questions and I did my best to answer as many of yall that I could!
For anyone interested: Acute Zonal Occult Outer Retinopathy (AZOOR) is characterised by sudden visual impairment, often presenting with scotoma (aka 'blind spot) and photopsia (seeing a light when not looking at a light) in young to middle-aged adults, showing a female predominance
I am so content and happy with my life (kids, wife, job, health) right now that I feel guilt. I rarely share my contentment with people (other than my wife) bc of it. It’s not that I’m like fabulously posh, or don’t have issues or whatever, im just sincerely content in my security and modest comforts. I feel like you can’t simply acknowledge that your life is perfect without drawing the ire of someone else.
My nieces and nephew think our house's Internet gets really spotty after an hour. It's always when they're watching cartoons or YouTube Kids on the tablet, too. They think they've got it figured out. I hear them explaining to eachother that it's just something weird our house does when too many devices are using the router, and it always comes back after fifteen minutes. "Yep, that's exactly it," I assure them, impressed with their technical proficiency, whilst pushing the *block devices* button on our router's phone app. They have absolutely no idea I can do that. And since that's the most effective way to put the tablets down and get them outside for a bit, I ain't tellin'.
Every day, I fantasize about cashing everything in, leaving, and creating a new life for myself elsewhere... like a complete reinvention.
For years, I’ve have always jokingly said that “I’m not a people person”. I really mean it. If I could get through a day without any kind of human interaction, I would be a very happy person. The thought of actually having to talk to people or be around them kind of ruins my day.
I'm too burned out to function as a person outside of work anymore. Yes, I'll text my partner that I got home safe from work... but then I'll sit in the car and doom scroll or dissociate, sometimes up to an hour. I will also do this when I have to run errands. Just giant blocks of time I can't account for, pissed away.
I don't want to do this. I don't want to live like this. I don't know how to fix it.
You've told us. Now tell someone else. And keep telling people until the right person helps you feel better. You deserve to enjoy life and it is possible.
I just found out 2 of my direct reports will be fired soon because of the restructuring and I have to keep it a secret. They are both excellent employees who do not deserve this at all. I’ve decided I’m handing in my resignation next week after 14 years and no other job lined up. I just can’t look these people in the face. I’m not cut out for this corporate b******t.
I think it would be good to give them a head's up so they can start looking for another job before they get fir ed.
Gay 👍.
I hope reddit assured the poster that it's perfectly fine to be gay and supported them.
I'm pregnant! It's still very early and I haven't shared with friends or family yet, but I'm overjoyed. After almost a year of trying, it's a hard secret to keep--I want to shout it from the rooftops!
In 6th grade, I peed in a bottle of coca cola that had 1/4 of it's content remaining. You see, this a*****e of a bully often tries to forcefully take my snack during recess, so I handed him that bottle of cola. He did make a comment that it had an awful after taste, but nothing too crazy of a reaction. At that moment, I felt like I would burst into laughter, but if I did, he would suspect something was wrong with the cola. I also knew i would be in a world of trouble if the teachers knew I did something horrendous like that. So i kept my mouth shut and walked away. Till this day, I haven't seen him since 6th grade, and I'm currently in my first year of college.
The heavy feeling of being lonely. It's not there all the time, it just hits you like an anchor sometimes. Don't have too many friends (mostly because I can be a difficult person to put up with). And its not like I want too many. Just want some company sometimes.
Uh, this one hit me hard. This profound loneliness. My friends live too far away and/or have lives where I'm just a minor element. When I say I yearn for a girlfriend, most people assume it's because of $ex, but in fact, I yearn for the company. I started writing to have at least these imaginary people to spend time with, but... okay, I'm ranting too much 😅
Oh damn a lot of these are really dark, I am sorry for all of you and hope you get people that help you.
My secret is that I am in love with my roommate, but I am too afraid to tell her.
When my mother was pregnant with me, they did an ultrasound and found she was having twins. When they did another ultrasound a few weeks later, they discovered that I had resorbed the other fetus. Do I regret this? No. I believe his tissues has made me stronger. I now have the strength of a grown man and a little baby.
I'm currently in federal prison, using an unauthorized device, enjoying Reddit.
Regardless of what you have or haven't done, I hope you find peace. And freedom soon, if that is on the cards...
I'm NOT colorblind. When I was very young I didn't understand what colorblindness was. My dad is colorblind and I thought that automatically meant I was too. And apparently everybody did. I was maybe in high school before I actually took a test and... I aced it. But by then all my friends had been buying colorblind compatible versions of board games and we had all sorts of inside jokes about being colorblind. Honestly it's been a bonding moment with my friends. So I just haven't told them and I've kept up the ruse. For about 15 years now.
That I have prostate cancer. I have told my siblings, and my next-door neighbor who also has it (we compare treatment options and progress - he chose radiation while i am considering surgery), but I feel like I would be garnering for sympathy if I shared it with more people that I know.
Edit - This blew up, I wasn't expecting that. Thanks to everyone for your responses, personal stories, and well-wishes. My neighbor is 83 and only had the option for radiotherapy or chemo. He chose the radiation. I am 70, and my options are radiation, surgery, and active monitoring thru mri and psa testing. Doctors all told me that radiation now would render me ineligible for surgery down the road if it comes back. My mri was PI RADS 4, and a biopsy returned 2 of 12 samples positive for cancer, all contained with the prostate, Gleason score 3+4. I hate the idea of not getting it out and possibly of it spreading to lymph nodes and/or bones. I'll go visit the surgeon tomorrow who has performed > 18,000 Robotic-assisted radical prostatectomies and has had excellent results and patient reviews. I hate everything about this, and I just want it all to be over with.
That is fine. With things like this, tell the people who truly care about you - your partner, parents etc. They deserve to know. But everyone else? You‘ll struggle enough without every other person asking you how treatment is going, especially if it’s not going well.
I'm so lonely and depressed now after my divorce, I lost all my friends. I'm just waiting for my family to pass on, then no one will even know I'm here.
I used a credit card and spent $1000+ to fix my partner’s car, I told her it was less than $300 so she wouldn’t feel bad.
I mixed leftover white and red wine and served it up in a rosé bottle.
There have been studies that show the whole wine thing is nonsense. One time they put red food colouring in white wine and the person tasted it and spoke about it like it was red wine. They also showed that you can put cheap plonk into an expensive bottle and people will ooh and aah over it and talk about it like it's expensive.
My wife and I regularly swing with a couple in our friend group. Nobody else knows.
Whatever floats your boat, as long as it's fully consensual and doesn't hurt anyone.
I, being a straight dude, exchanged oral with another guy (bi). He blew me in front of my now ex-wife (she was into it, I went with it like whatever, I get a bj!), and I went to his place to return the favor a few weeks later. Nice guy, coulda been friends I think but we fell outta touch. Apparently I give pretty good head. Wasted talent. Edit: Okay maybe 5% bi. Whatever. I'm not afraid of a d**k, and dammit, it's just decent to return the favor haha.
As someone on Tumblr said: "Men be like 'I'm fighting my demons' and the 'demons' be bisexuality."
I hope my mom passes before she needs constant care and assistance. She has no savings whatsoever and in the last few years has become a source of stress and resentment for me. She used to be my go to person to confide in. We’d have great conversations but she’s become someone I don’t recognize anymore.
I once ate an entire box of double stuff Oreos in one sitting.
My girlfriend’s previous partner died young of s***ide, he had cancer and chose to end it. I’m having symptoms associated with colon cancer now, just found blood in my stool this morning and have been having dull abdominal pains, change in stool habits. It may be something else, have appointment tomorrow with my doctor. My gf will never know.
It was me who farted in the car, not the dog! And I enjoyed it!
That is not a secret, we know, my husband does it all the time and we just play along.
I've been depressed for a couple of weeks now. I had a heavy depressive year couple years back that I eventually ovèrcame, but I see a lot of similar symptoms bounce back. I was kind of vocal about it in the beginning, but I can see that it puts a strain on my SO who is also overworked and tired lately, so I try to keep the facade. I know the root reasons for it, but there isn't much i can do about it. Not sure how i'll get out of it this time. Edit: this gathered more attention than I expected for a little rant on the subway home. I'm fine y'all and when i'm not, I will be. This shall pass too.
I fantasise the slow painful deaths, of people who talk loudly on the phone on public transport.
Not deaths, I always wish for that person to get an eternal itch in a place that can't be reached. Death is not harsh enough....
I have a birth defect that required emergency brain surgery every so often. I have had over 30 surgeries and in between that time period I have had countless CT scans and chest X-rays. I have worried about the exposure overtime. I have a family history of all kinds of cancer. Under my arms (axillary/armpit) hurts in the lymph node area. I have a preventative colonoscopy scheduled soon and I worry that they will find something. I worry that my body is riddled with cancer. I can’t tell anyone close because I don’t want to scare them if it is nothing, but the stress of the unknown is killing me.
This sounds like a nightmare. I have a fear that cancer is inevitable for me at this point. I surely hope OP has or gets a good therapist. What a terrible thing to have to bear alone. More than anything, I hope they are cancer-free!
I really want my mom to move out of my house. She divorced her 7th husband and needed a temporary place to stay. That was 3 years ago. I'm 30 years old. I have no privacy in my own home and I've been with my partner since a few months after she moved in. We want to be able to move in together. But she's unwilling to live with him and goes out of her way to make him miserable when he's around. I know she's disabled and can't support herself but this is exhausting and I feel like my life is stuck on hold.
Get her into an assisted living facility, either that or a low income housing, either that or move. If you don’t set a timeframe, she will be living with you until she dies.
When i was 16/17 I made out with my mums friend who is also the mum of one of my best friends from school. She's also a secondary school teacher (not my school) so it was pretty illegal.
I wanted it to go further but she stopped it, but we kissed a few times on other occasions after that and she wanted to wait until I'm 18 before we went further. My mum would k*ll me/her if she found out. My school friend would probs k*ll me to, so it's a secret I gotta take to the grave.
I can’t tell if I’m in love with my partner or if I’m just comfortable… or if I’m just incapable of letting myself relax and be happy.
this resonates. I am not in love with my partner anymore, haven't been for a while, I have tried to tell him but he isn't hearing me. It is beginning to really impact my life but i don't want to hurt him more than is necessary
How bad my addiction is.
You can beat your addiction, but you have to WANT it more than anything else. I've been sober since 2011, best thing I ever did.
My best friend constantly uses me as an outlet for her anger and frustration and it’s giving me anxiety and depression when I’m around her bc I don’t know when I might say/do something that’s gonna make her explode.
I don't really love her but I tell her that I do because nobody else does. She deserves to feel loved. She deserves to be loved, but unfortunately I just don't love her. I know that when I eventually have to break it off with her she's going to be devastated and I only want her to be happy. I've created this problem.
If you want her to be happy, you obviously care for her. What's the difference between that and love? The "fairy tale" love you see in movies doesn't exist that often. Most relationships are just two people who want each other to be happy, if you leave that sort of relationship looming for "fairy tale" love you will end up lonely and miserable.
I’m growing resentment towards my family and idk how to stop it. The older I get the more I realize I’m not compatible with these people and how they choose to live. Edit for the people giving advice to move away. I’m 30 now and only living back with them because Covid messed up the industry I worked in and the financial stability built up in my 20s. I moved out at 19 and never had to come back till now. I will move out again that’s not the issue. It’s more so a bunch of little things that add up making me not even want to be associated with them. I’ve stopped trying to nudge them in a different direction because they are comfortable with their living standards. I just know when I have kids in the future they’ll be upset to hear the truth about why I’m not ever letting them stay over here.
Nice that OP can lower their standards to slum it and allow their family to support them until they can afford to put them in the rear view mirror.
I work with a specific coworker who's got a million things wrong with her and she's in pain all the time but she works so so hard to get everything done and it's just... It's not enough. If the manager knew just how little she got done most days she'd fire her. So I give her a smaller list than I give my other cashier's, and when she leaves at the end of the night I stay an extra 2 sometimes 3 hours and finish what she can't. I've been doing this for nearly a year now, and as she's retiring in 4 months I will continue to do so until she leaves. I will never ever tell her.
My cat received a big donut (a circular tunnel) as a gift, and to make sure she liked it, I laced it with some strong catnip. Every week when she's sleeping I clean the old catnip out and put some fresh stuff in. She LOVES it and thinks that the wacky weed just grows in it every week. I haven't the heart to tell her that it's me.
I inherited my parents' house last year. I started the process of renovating to make it more wheelchair friendly. Unfortunately, the company I hired to do the renovations destroyed the house. They installed bad wiring and almost caused a fire, no licensed electrician. They renovated the bathroom and not a single piece was done to code, leaks everywhere. I had to empty 4 bank accounts, 3 of them inheritance, to pay them and the contractors I had to hire to fix what they destroyed. I have a lawsuit in progress, but it's slow going. Now I find out we have storm damage and need the roof replaced. What I haven't made family and friends aware of is that there's not even enough money in the bank to get groceries much less pay the insurance deductible for the roof. I'm disabled and looking at having another major back surgery, I haven't the slightest clue how I can come up with that deductible.
CW: SH ....................................................... my secret is that I never actually stopped self harming. I saw the pain my loved ones went through when they could see my wounds, so I lied about getting better. these wounds are meant to hurt me, not others. that's why I target my ankles instead of my wrists, the little bit of thigh that's always covered by my shorts, the underside of my breasts. I know it's unhealthy, but I'd rather the people I love didn't know I'm always hurting behind my smile
Dark... My lovely ignorant father has no idea that most of his female relatives and current wife have all experienced some sort of SA, as has my brother. He knows about only one of mine. (I'm fine, have therapy) I am the ONLY person my aunt told about a psych unit stay before she took that to the grave and I will take it to mine. It stays and ends with me.
My kind of secrete is I’m starting to distance myself from my family. I used to be really close with them but lately they’ve been getting in my nerves constantly and I just want to be alone. I feel bad for feeling this way but I don’t know what else to do!!
my mom passed away right during the covid bs. she was everything to me. she was the reason I did anything - good bad ugly indifferent. it's been 4 years & I still haven't been able to give a sh*t about anything (the only exception being my cat) since. when she was alive, I had a reason to do anything, even if only to prove her wrong which inevitability only ever proved her right. the only thing she wanted was to see me happy & I couldn't even give that to her...Just needed to vent.
My secret: my nerves are fried from pain (arthritis). Age 75. I self-medicate with sweets at night. Comforting. I will have major surgery in ten days. Fifth surgery in less than five years. Painful and gross. BUT I will be sick and nauseated for weeks afterwards and maybe I can break the bad habit of eating after bedtime. A big silver lining for me.
I'm in my third attempt at therapy for depression, and been doing it for 2 plus years. I had a pretty normal childhood, loving, supportive family, so it's not like I have personal issues, it's just that I can't remember a time when I didn't feel despair. It's been exhausting over the years, and now I'm feeling like I'm really at the end of my rope. Therapy, meds, exercise, etc., haven't worked and I feel too exhausted to try anything else. There's no reason I should be feeling the way I have for this entire f-----g lifetime, and I have a hard time justifying getting out of bed in the morning.
Mu secret is that im tired of being alive. I'm in constant pain, emotional pain as well as physical pain (but I can deal with physical pain, mental and emotional pain just drowned me. I have been depressed for 12 years and I'm tired of "healthy habits and good food and exercise" which supposedly would make me feel better. It doesn't. I'm tired of keeping trying everything. I'm done. Opening my eyes every single day is a curse and i can't end my life, because I know first hand the damage a s.u.i.c.i.d.e cause in all the living people around and i don't want to cause even more pain. I'm just waiting for everything to be over. I have been waiting 10 years.
This isn't a secret, but I'm feeling guilty the last few weeks here in Seattle. After a week of 90s and 80s temps we're now enjoying a week of temps in teh 70s, and we should be having at least another week of this. Right now pretty much everyone east of us is dealing with super high temps and humidity and flooding and tornados and fires. I hope things get much better for everyone soon!
When people come to my apt for the 1st time and meet my dog, he always walks up to whoever it is with a toy in his mouth, tail wagging full of love. I say he only does that for my bff and I and I make a really big deal out of it because he must really like you! He does that with everybody I bring home, but I love how it ALWAYS makes them feel really special and giddy. I mean, who doesn't want the love of a dog?
My secret is that when I was 19, my cousin, a mutual friend, and I almost died when I rolled my car and then we got t-boned five months later in my cousin's car. That's not the secret, the secret is that I was going through, what I found out years later in therapy, PTSD and didn't want to leave my house anymore. I was safe in my room. The year prior I had agreed to be a bridesmaid for a friend and almost skipped her wedding because I didn't want to get behind the wheel and drive across town. My plus one had decided she didn't want to go anymore and that left me without my emotional support buddy. I decided to go almost last minute, put my dress on, and drove across town to the lawyer's office as it was a very small ceremony followed by a big reception. At the reception, the bride introduced me to the best man. We've been married for 10 years this December and have two kids. I almost missed out on my life because I was scared to leave my room.
Sometimes the failure of my mental health preventing me from being an active and engaging mother is enough to make me feel like I should go to the train track and end it all so the girls don't have to find my body. I trusted a doctor once and ended up being an addict until I was 32- I'm almost 40 now and I'm desperately caught in the undertow. I don't have the courage to seek help - I read stories about strangers helping strangers and wonder why I am invisible. I wish I could be audacious enough to ask strangers for help.. I don't know if I can pay rent this July which is pathetic considering it is only $499... Thank goodness you are all strangers and you can't make it any worse than it is.
I sometimes think my life would be happier (in the long run) if my parents were no longer alive. I know I would be sad at first but I think I'd be able to handle funeral things and such okay, probably better than my sister. I'm already no-contact with my mother and I'm not super close to my dad (call once a nonth). I don't wish them to die or anything, I just find myself wondering for when they eventually do die (as we all eventually do)
I decided to be my mom support until she’s walking. I succeeded, she’s happy, has lots of friends and couple of goups she regularly takes weeks of holidays togheter. Sometimes I must insist a bit to have her i vite her friends for a pizza but she’ll eventually go for it. She was a rock to me when I needed it, Ill be a rock to her now. She’s actually entered the very fragile era, any little wind she sneezes etc. just takes an eye more and that’s all.
I work with a specific coworker who's got a million things wrong with her and she's in pain all the time but she works so so hard to get everything done and it's just... It's not enough. If the manager knew just how little she got done most days she'd fire her. So I give her a smaller list than I give my other cashier's, and when she leaves at the end of the night I stay an extra 2 sometimes 3 hours and finish what she can't. I've been doing this for nearly a year now, and as she's retiring in 4 months I will continue to do so until she leaves. I will never ever tell her.
My cat received a big donut (a circular tunnel) as a gift, and to make sure she liked it, I laced it with some strong catnip. Every week when she's sleeping I clean the old catnip out and put some fresh stuff in. She LOVES it and thinks that the wacky weed just grows in it every week. I haven't the heart to tell her that it's me.
I inherited my parents' house last year. I started the process of renovating to make it more wheelchair friendly. Unfortunately, the company I hired to do the renovations destroyed the house. They installed bad wiring and almost caused a fire, no licensed electrician. They renovated the bathroom and not a single piece was done to code, leaks everywhere. I had to empty 4 bank accounts, 3 of them inheritance, to pay them and the contractors I had to hire to fix what they destroyed. I have a lawsuit in progress, but it's slow going. Now I find out we have storm damage and need the roof replaced. What I haven't made family and friends aware of is that there's not even enough money in the bank to get groceries much less pay the insurance deductible for the roof. I'm disabled and looking at having another major back surgery, I haven't the slightest clue how I can come up with that deductible.
CW: SH ....................................................... my secret is that I never actually stopped self harming. I saw the pain my loved ones went through when they could see my wounds, so I lied about getting better. these wounds are meant to hurt me, not others. that's why I target my ankles instead of my wrists, the little bit of thigh that's always covered by my shorts, the underside of my breasts. I know it's unhealthy, but I'd rather the people I love didn't know I'm always hurting behind my smile
Dark... My lovely ignorant father has no idea that most of his female relatives and current wife have all experienced some sort of SA, as has my brother. He knows about only one of mine. (I'm fine, have therapy) I am the ONLY person my aunt told about a psych unit stay before she took that to the grave and I will take it to mine. It stays and ends with me.
My kind of secrete is I’m starting to distance myself from my family. I used to be really close with them but lately they’ve been getting in my nerves constantly and I just want to be alone. I feel bad for feeling this way but I don’t know what else to do!!
my mom passed away right during the covid bs. she was everything to me. she was the reason I did anything - good bad ugly indifferent. it's been 4 years & I still haven't been able to give a sh*t about anything (the only exception being my cat) since. when she was alive, I had a reason to do anything, even if only to prove her wrong which inevitability only ever proved her right. the only thing she wanted was to see me happy & I couldn't even give that to her...Just needed to vent.
My secret: my nerves are fried from pain (arthritis). Age 75. I self-medicate with sweets at night. Comforting. I will have major surgery in ten days. Fifth surgery in less than five years. Painful and gross. BUT I will be sick and nauseated for weeks afterwards and maybe I can break the bad habit of eating after bedtime. A big silver lining for me.
I'm in my third attempt at therapy for depression, and been doing it for 2 plus years. I had a pretty normal childhood, loving, supportive family, so it's not like I have personal issues, it's just that I can't remember a time when I didn't feel despair. It's been exhausting over the years, and now I'm feeling like I'm really at the end of my rope. Therapy, meds, exercise, etc., haven't worked and I feel too exhausted to try anything else. There's no reason I should be feeling the way I have for this entire f-----g lifetime, and I have a hard time justifying getting out of bed in the morning.
Mu secret is that im tired of being alive. I'm in constant pain, emotional pain as well as physical pain (but I can deal with physical pain, mental and emotional pain just drowned me. I have been depressed for 12 years and I'm tired of "healthy habits and good food and exercise" which supposedly would make me feel better. It doesn't. I'm tired of keeping trying everything. I'm done. Opening my eyes every single day is a curse and i can't end my life, because I know first hand the damage a s.u.i.c.i.d.e cause in all the living people around and i don't want to cause even more pain. I'm just waiting for everything to be over. I have been waiting 10 years.
This isn't a secret, but I'm feeling guilty the last few weeks here in Seattle. After a week of 90s and 80s temps we're now enjoying a week of temps in teh 70s, and we should be having at least another week of this. Right now pretty much everyone east of us is dealing with super high temps and humidity and flooding and tornados and fires. I hope things get much better for everyone soon!
When people come to my apt for the 1st time and meet my dog, he always walks up to whoever it is with a toy in his mouth, tail wagging full of love. I say he only does that for my bff and I and I make a really big deal out of it because he must really like you! He does that with everybody I bring home, but I love how it ALWAYS makes them feel really special and giddy. I mean, who doesn't want the love of a dog?
My secret is that when I was 19, my cousin, a mutual friend, and I almost died when I rolled my car and then we got t-boned five months later in my cousin's car. That's not the secret, the secret is that I was going through, what I found out years later in therapy, PTSD and didn't want to leave my house anymore. I was safe in my room. The year prior I had agreed to be a bridesmaid for a friend and almost skipped her wedding because I didn't want to get behind the wheel and drive across town. My plus one had decided she didn't want to go anymore and that left me without my emotional support buddy. I decided to go almost last minute, put my dress on, and drove across town to the lawyer's office as it was a very small ceremony followed by a big reception. At the reception, the bride introduced me to the best man. We've been married for 10 years this December and have two kids. I almost missed out on my life because I was scared to leave my room.
Sometimes the failure of my mental health preventing me from being an active and engaging mother is enough to make me feel like I should go to the train track and end it all so the girls don't have to find my body. I trusted a doctor once and ended up being an addict until I was 32- I'm almost 40 now and I'm desperately caught in the undertow. I don't have the courage to seek help - I read stories about strangers helping strangers and wonder why I am invisible. I wish I could be audacious enough to ask strangers for help.. I don't know if I can pay rent this July which is pathetic considering it is only $499... Thank goodness you are all strangers and you can't make it any worse than it is.
I sometimes think my life would be happier (in the long run) if my parents were no longer alive. I know I would be sad at first but I think I'd be able to handle funeral things and such okay, probably better than my sister. I'm already no-contact with my mother and I'm not super close to my dad (call once a nonth). I don't wish them to die or anything, I just find myself wondering for when they eventually do die (as we all eventually do)
I decided to be my mom support until she’s walking. I succeeded, she’s happy, has lots of friends and couple of goups she regularly takes weeks of holidays togheter. Sometimes I must insist a bit to have her i vite her friends for a pizza but she’ll eventually go for it. She was a rock to me when I needed it, Ill be a rock to her now. She’s actually entered the very fragile era, any little wind she sneezes etc. just takes an eye more and that’s all.
