Over the last couple of months I’ve become addicted to this website that Kit introduced to me. It’s called PostSecret. If you haven’t visited the site yet, you should. It started out as a community art project where people anonymously mail in their personal secrets on a postcard. It’s now become this cult-like phenomenon with currently almost 99 million hits on the site. I’m not entirely sure what Frank Warren’s (the founder) objective is with the project, other than to be some emotional outlet for people. It’s been talked about on the Today Show, Late Night with DL, and now there are a couple of books with previously published secrets. Every Sunday the site updates the newest, latest postcards of the week - and I never miss it.
The weird part is seeing yourself in some of the secrets. One night I was talking with a friend about something personal and then saw the same secret the next day on the site. Now, nearly every week I visit the site, I read something that I can empathize with, understand, or have experienced myself. More than not though, I read things that shock me and make me think about how other people live. Just know, you’ll read things that range anywhere from funny, weird, hopeful, and dark to those that are downright disgusting or bizarre. Either way it’s like watching an oncoming train wreck… and I can’t take my eyes off it.
I’ll be honest, the first time I clicked on PostSecret, it creeped me out for several reasons:
1) I felt like a voyeur, like I was invading someone’s private thoughts and feelings.
2) I felt depressed. A lot of the secrets are morose and some are just disturbing.
3) I had a heavy heart. It’s hard to read about someone hurting when you know you can do nothing but pray.
If you’ve never visited the site, you have to watch this video. It’s actually pretty well done, plays Sia as the background music (”Breathe Me” is one of my favorite songs btw), and does a much better job than me in explaining the project.
I know, it’s stunning right? I can’t justify why I keep going back every week or what draws me there. I have no explaination that’s plausable or adequate enough to convey the attraction. It is what it is, I guess. <I hate that expression, btw, but don’t know any other way to say it.>
If anything, it’s another weekly reminder of how small I am… I have a great life. I’m pursuing a dream. I have a bright future ahead of me. I have great friends and I’m surrounded by many people who love me. I possess 2 amazing gifts: faith and hope. I have no real problems compared to most in this world. I’ve only experienced suffering as an outsider, really. I know that I’m truly blessed beyond measure.
With all that being said, I wonder if I would ever have the courage to write out my deepest, darkest secret on a postcard. I wonder what I would write, what secret I would tell. I wonder if I would ever have the guts to mail it in, knowing damn well that it might be published. I wonder if anyone I know would recognize my secret or wonder if any of them are from me, could be me. I wonder.
Anyways, I hope it speaks to you in some way like it does me. Check out the site and let me know what you think.
“Be my friend
hold me, wrap me up
unfold me
I am small
and needy
warm me up
and breathe me”




















