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About a year ago I sent in a secret, I was number 340 I believe. Since then I was able to actually talk to a few people in my life about what happened, and while I don’t think I’ll ever have the courage to confront him or tell anyone who would take action I don’t feel as alone as I did a year or two ago. I just wanted to say that telling your blog helped me to open up a bit more about what happened. So thank you
Hi #340,
I’m sorry for the very late response..
I do absolutely remember you. I still meant what I said in response shortly after your submission. And I’m extremely relieved to hear that you did talk about what happened. Just know as I’m writing this as only a stranger to you. I’m so happy to hear you say that. Maybe one day you’ll gain courage, but until then, you having enough courage to even talk about it to someone is helpful too. I thank you again for your confidence in submitting that to me in the first place. All I ever wanted was this blog to help relieve some pressure on the shoulders, and the gut. Even if its anonymous. Sometimes seeing your words on a public screen without your name helps.. You’re amazing #340, you truly are. You’re so very welcome from the bottom of my heart... <3 I hope your life continues to lift everyday, even if it happens slowly. <3 Find your inner peace. Don’t ever forget that.
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369: I'm 19, since i was little i never had friends, i was really shy and when i turn 18 i was diagnosed with autism, and i have depression, it doesn't mix well. I'm also a furry, and i hate it how everyone rejects me when i try to be myself, this is one of the only things that stops me from hurting myself or commiting suicide. Few years ago, an older girl from Australia and me became friends, i have never had a girlfriend nor a first kiss, i love her so much, but distance make things impossible.
368. I’m a writer and I have one character that is basically me. On the outside she is tough, uncaring, and pessimistic. On the inside she’s soft, she gets attached way too easily, somewhat of an optimist, and is scared. Sometimes its the only way that I can release the feelings of pain I feel from not being able to show my inner self because she has the support system that I only wish I could have. She can be this vulnerable person that I long to be and I know it’s stupid but I’m envious of this life I gave her in my writngs. Where she feels safe and able to be herself while I’m stuck in the real world with my mask.
367. I grew up with my narcissistic and mentally/emotionally abusive father and now i suffer for it. I can barely clean or organize things because the change shakes me so bad that i can’t stand it. Now my s/o, who happens to also be a narcissist, acts like my dad and tries to shake up the routines and schedule that i feel comfortable with and it messes with me the rest of the day and i cant do anything to make it stop. Sometimes it lasts longer and it can last up to 2 weeks or more. It scares me but i cant help it and dont know what to do

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366.
When I was 11 or 12- somewhere around that age, I joined Google+. It was mostly because I needed to have a Gmail for my phone and it was just there. It was fun at first. I started role-playing, I was talking to people online, y'know, all that good stuff. Then things took a turn. A guy that was on there threatened to commit suicide. Admittedly, I didn’t know what it was at the time, but he laid it out enough for me to understand the situation and for me to tell him not to. He was 16 or 17 I think? We would just kind of talk sometimes. Sometimes I would be having a normal conversation with him, and other times I’m convincing him to not to do it. Eventually he asked me to be his girlfriend. I agreed, but mostly because I thought it would help him more. I honestly couldn’t even tell you if I liked him that way or not, but that’s not the point. Things started getting out of hand. The suicide threats got worse, and on a nearly daily basis, he would ask me why he shouldn’t, in which I always had an answer. And then he started sending me inappropriate pictures of himself every day without even asking of my approval and constantly asking me to sext him, which I never liked doing, but forced myself to because I thought it would upset him. One day, he asked me why he couldn’t kill himself, and I couldn’t think of anymore answers. So he attempted. That guilt followed me around the entire time. And it became a cycle, it was constant: he was always sending me pictures of his genitals, always threatening or attempting suicide, always asking me to sext him. I became so enveloped into his problems and his mental health that I eventually forgot to even take care of myself. My weight was changing all of a sudden, I was easily irritable, I was crying myself to sleep some nights, and I remember me having suicidal idealations on more than one occasion. This went on until the end of 8th grade. My mom eventually found out from my sister, who found out about the sexting by looking through my texts while she was using my phone. At first I simply broke up with him, which he threatened suicide if I did, but I did anyways, and eventually cut him off completely. Those I did inform about the fact that I was in a relationship asked me what had happened, but I would always turn towards something else or straight up ignore their questions altogether. At first I thought I was alright. Without realizing, I made myself forget most of it and pretend it never happened. That I never experienced it and it was basically nothing. It felt like it worked, but it really didn’t. I noticed a change in my behavior right after I cut him off. I use to be someone who could talk to people easily, dreamt of relationships without fear, always optimistic, all of that. I didn’t feel like me anymore, y'know? The me that use to be happy and full of life and hopes and dreams- everything just felt gone and dead to me, especially relationships. Heading into high school, I would always hear about people’s relationships and everything, and I would just become so pissed for some reason. I couldn’t figure out why I was getting angry and jealous, but I just was. Then I slowly felt myself drifting away from everyone. It was just becoming a little harder to communicate with other people because I simply didn’t feel like it anymore. And I couldn’t focus on any of my work like I use to before all of this. I didn’t really think about it until my Grandmo got sick. To be honest, I’m not sure what caused the thought, but it was just kind of there.
I realized by then I couldn’t handle grief, nor could I handle guilt, so I thought that if I dealt with one of them, it would help… The word “help” though is controversial. Like it seemed to help a little, but at the beginning it was just painful forcing myself to remember everything I made myself forget and having to relive that in my head. Remembering the amount of sexts I had to send on a nearly daily basis, being sent dick pics all the time, remembering how emotionally toxic Google+ was back then (it was bad back then tbh), reliving all of the feelings that I had back then that I never let myself feel because I didn’t put my own mental health first (especially since even during that I didn’t understand what mental health even was), and then realizing throughout all of that, considering by the time I reached 13 or 14, he was 18 or 19, which is too big of an age gap for most of this. Tbh, I don’t know how I survived during that time because I never really talked to anyone about it (I mean how do you really talk about something like this), I basically isolated myself from everyone including my family, I started to fail my classes, I felt like a failure and a disappointment not only to myself but to my entire family because my mom wanted me to graduate and I felt like I wouldn’t and my Grandmo is sick, possibly on her death bed and I can’t even pass my classes to ensure I’m on the right path before she goes. She did get better but even after that it just lingered. I just felt this way and I couldn’t get rid of it. It was just… Bad. But I’m somewhat better?? Idk where I am on personal improvement, but I guess talking about it’s good, right? (Idk)
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I’d miss your blog, I love having somewhere to share anonymously. But I understand the frustration with all of this disgusting spam. It’s gotten so out of hand lately and I wish they would do something to fix it. :(
Thank you, I appreciate it. But it’s all coming pretty in heavy now. Even empty blogs are now following, without a picture, and about a week later I notice it eventually turns into another porn blog. I appreciate any of the support and confessions you may have put into the blog.
365. My cat ran away earlier this week and I don’t give a fuck. Everyone thinks I’m mean and heartless but he kept peeing on my shit so as far as I’m concerned he didn’t like me so we’re both better off.
364. I'm a female minority creator. I've been getting increasingly pissed over the years at so-called "activists" who claim there are no significant women, non-white, non-straight creators and that we should promote low-quality crap for that reason. I grew up on diverse stories. I can find countless award-winning international works in English with a google search. These people are creating bigotry when they promote garbage then claim that's all "diverse" groups are capable of. They're also lying.

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363. I don’t remember my first kiss. But I’ve been told by my sisters and my mother that it happened when I was 12 and we were all at a drive-in movie. And apparently it was with my sisters friend’s brother. They to this day, 10 years later swear that they saw us. I don’t think they’d lie, I think there’s something wrong with my memory. I have blank spaces. There are just things that people tell me happened and I don’t remember. Not necessarily bad things, just so many things.. But I think something happened, like something bad, when I was younger. My whole personality and attitude took a dramatic turn. It took a few years of the depression, anxiety and suicidal thoughts before the school recommended to my parents that I see a counselor. And I was in counseling from the age of 16-18 and they always asked me what happened, because something had to have happened to make me like this. And my mom was badgering me about what went wrong, who hurt me, did someone hurt me? Finally I just kinda snapped, said I wasn’t going to therapy because I was sick of people asking me that. So now I’m 22 and for the past few months all my brain is thinking in moments of silence is what happened, did something happen to me? Because I’ve been having nightmares and thoughts and it’s so dark and I swear some memory fragments are coming to me but now I don’t know if I’m making it up. But I’m so scared. And I’m so depressed and I can barely function because I want to know. And if nothing did happen, then I’ll be so ashamed of myself. And I think that’s what scares me most. What if I’m so screwed up, that I’m creating things in my head that feel so real.
362. I kissed a guy while playing truth or dare, I feel guilty because a dear friend of mine kinda has a crush on him. The worst part is that I actually enjoyed it, it was a nice simple kiss, no tongue involved, but man he got me spinning. I can’t stop thinking about him, about his soft lips touching mine. I feel guilty but if I could I’d kiss him again and again and I bet he’s good at french kissing
361. This doesn’t sound half as heavy as many things here but I’ve been bullied in high school (with 3 years passing between the first and second time) and it completely ruined me. I’ve had anxiety attacks, I don’t trust anyone, I don’t feel like people care about me at all if it’s not complete, unquestioning devotion, I want to completely detach from and stop being myself, I instantly snap at being considered vulnerable on any level, and I know it’s shitty. I know it’s awful and I don’t force anyone to interact with me. But I’m not even being taken seriously because all that happened was “people talking to me”, right? I don’t know why I even care but I never stopped thinking about it. I thought about it every day ever since. I have severe control issues and I act like I don’t, but it’s so pent-up it started feeling like I’m lying to everyone just by behaving like a normal person. I never told the whole thing to anyone, I always say maybe half of it so I can make sure they don’t hate me. I feel like they all would if I told them, or they would ridicule me for being obsessed.
@360 you need to leave your wife no judgement but you’ll be a lot happier and save everybody involved rather than stay with your wife and hurt her further
360.
360. I am so in love with my wifes bestfriend i have been for 6 years since the first time i met her

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359. I was born a female but as soon as I could talk I started expressing my transgender feelings. My mother never really knew what to do about it. She would tell me I needed to start dressing like a girl and make girl friends. At one point she asked me if I really felt like a boy. I was too scared to say yes so I said no. That was probably the biggest mistake I could have made. Throughout my childhood she always made me feel shame for how I wanted to dress and my natural male tendencies. I’m now 20 and I cannot shake this deep hatred I have for my mother and she has no clue why I hate her.
358. Im just scared. My family is Independent Baptist and I'm gay. Obviously that creates problems. They don't know yet, and if they did they wouldn't hate me or anything but I'd be a stranger. Even though my family paints a bad picture of christianianity, I'd still consider myself Christian. I love my family so much, and it hurts knowing they won't accept me. I care and love so many people but they're all against gay people, and I'm scared they'll all hate me. I'm 17 and scared of the future.