Listen

"Do You Want to Know a Secret?" - The Beatles

You'll never know how much I really love you

You'll never know how much I really care

Listen

Do you want to know a secret

Do you promise not to tell, whoa oh, oh

Closer

Let me whisper in your ear

Say the words you long to hear

I'm in love with you

Listen

Do you want to know a secret

Do you promise not to tell, whoa oh, oh

Closer

Let me whisper in your ear

Say the words you long to hear

I'm in love with you

I've known the secret for a week or two

Nobody knows, just we two

Listen

Do you want to know a secret

Do you promise not to tell, whoa oh, oh

Closer

Let me whisper in your ear

Say the words you long to hear

I'm in love with you

Not Proud

www.notproud.com

This website, which is no longer being updated, reminds me of PostSecret. It is a site which you could post your confessions anmoyusly for anyone to read. It is subdivided into eight subcategories; pride, envy, sloth, gluttony, greed, lust, anger, and miscelaneous. The confessions range from ording a pizza for your wife then eating it instead, to hacking into computer systems. This site provided a way for people to rid the burdens of their everyday secrets, lies, confessions, and regrets.

And How Does That Make You Feel?

I sat down at my dest one day trying to feel creative. There was a box of every colored sharpie anyone could want, and a 4 X 6 postcard just as blank as when I got it. How do you decide what secret to write down? Non of my secrets seemed as big or meaningful as all those poor people in the book. I didn't have a friend die, loose a major job interview, I just lived out a normal life. Then I start thinking about regrets, and suddenly I became enlightened because one intance comes straight to my mind. But how to put it down? Who will see this postcard, and what will they think of me? Will they judge it, and what story will they put to the picture. I was nervous for a stranger to see something so intimate to me, yet excited at the same time. Will sending this postcard really lift the burden of my regret?

Well, I don't know if I feel better about what I had done, nor if I will ever forget; however, I feel happier. It lightened the load, I was no longer the sole human being to know this little fact. Is sending a postcard to PostSecret theraputic? Yes. Will it solve all your problems? No.

Depression

A Poem about confessing to have depression...

Confession

Submitted by Christina
E-mail: beautifulgurl_88@hotmail.com

I have a confession.
Please forgive me.
I'm afraid that my disease is coming back.
Piece by piece.I'm falling apart.
It's slowly taking over my mind and my thoughts.
It keeps on telling me what to do.
I try not listening to it
I try to ignore it but I'm to weak.
I'm a weak girl.
I cannot fight this disease.
I pretend that everything is okay.
I smile to people, look at them in the eye
lieing to their face
telling them that I'm fine.
Shall I confess
or shall I keep forever this secret in me ?
What will they think ?
What will they say ?
Will this disease take over me ?
Take over my mind ?
Take over my thoughts ?
Will it take over me..completly ?
Question after question-non stop.
Answeres-never.
I believe that this life is a big dream.
I feel like I'm stuck in this big dream...
stuck in a nightmare.
When will I wake up :(
I'm scared.
This nightmare is really scaring me.
But I shouldn't worry it's just a dream
which is almost over !
This is almost over...
my life is almost over.
There's nothing left for me to live for.
I'm just a sad girl.
I'm just a depressed girl.
They dont know what's going in my head.
They think I'm okay.
I cannot take it anymore.
When will I wake up ?
So there you have it...
I confessed you my biggest secret.
Forgive me again.
Sorry for the lies and the fake smiles
and saying that I was okay when I really wasn't.

Invasion

Postsecret is unlike any book I have previously encountered. Compiled of hundreds of secrets, I felt very uneasy reading it. It is hundereds of minuete pieces of information about peoples lives, and not just any information but the pieces they have never told anyone. It gives you a looking glass into the deepest thoughts of a stranger and each postcard weaves a story around the image. I find myself wondering who is this person, how did they hear about postsecret, and what are the circumstances behind this secret. I kept trying to understand and relate to these people I have never met and then find myself feeling like I am standing in their bubble.

Why did people send in their secrets or confessions to Postsecret? Is it relieving, a way to get something of your chest, or is it just intriguing. It is similar to the idea of a confessional booth because you are telling a secret, confession, or sin to a stranger who will not judge you. Is that why these people will tell the world on a postcard but not their closed friends or family, are they too scared to be judged? To have suce a large, complete collection od confessions is amazing because in scociety you hardley even hear someone utter sorry.

Will This Help?

Church is a place where many people to seek relief from everyday troubles, sins, and in many cases regrets. This woman who is praying in a confessional is looking to gain something from this experience. Is she expecting a hand to reach down and fix everything or just a reassuring pat on the back. Does she actually believed talking about her sins will wipe the slate clean, is she worried about being able to go to heaven?

I do not understand why going to confession will better lives. It is nothing more than an elaborate confession, one a person is not confortable telling anyone except a servant of God. The only time I have ever visited a confessional was in the Vatican in Vatican City. I was in there talking to some person who knew nothing about me, my feelings, or my lifestyle. How is this going to make me feel any better? Lo-and-behold, I tell him a few tidbits and in consequence feel like a complete idiot for sharing my innermost thoughts with a total stranger. Wouldn't it be more sucessful if you confessed to a friend or family mamber, and why is everyone so scared to do this?