PostSecret

Orphan Photos & Lost Cameras

Telling a secret can be transformative; it can change our relationship with people we know, and even those we will never meet. More than once I have watched strangers inspired by a shared secret self-organize into purposeful communities of kindness. One of those stories began in 2007 when I pulled a postcard from my mailbox made from a photograph of smiling friends. The words taped to the photo…

[on back]I’m glad I’m still here. I would have missed out on a lot of great things. [front] [back]

I used to get them to drop me down the road and then wait til they drove away to walk to my house. 30 years later, a different “home” now, I still can’t let anyone visit. My go to was, “There isn’t anything to do at my house” Nope, I invited friends over all the time because it wasn’t until I was an adult that I realized how dysfunctional things were. Oh yeah… I expertly hid the truth of my…

The American Visionary Art Museum has asked if we can provide secrets for their upcoming exhibit focused on compassion, healing, & kindness. I need your help. Follow the directions below to join the PostSecret collection and possibly have your art displayed in what CNN calls, “one of the most fascinating museums anywhere in America”. These inspiring examples were a joy to receive and share.…

[on back]My best friend is pregnant, I hate her for being pregnant, and I hate myself for hating her.

[on back]All the pain and suffering made sense finally when I met him and was where I belong. . . But ever since being without him and the girls, I have no idea why I’m still fighting so heard to stay alive.

Classic Fathers’ Day Secrets

Fathers’ Day Video

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[Inside]I’ve been reading PostSecret for 15 years- since I was 15. You’ve been with me for half my life, but I never had a secret I felt I should share with you. My secret, the secret I was keeping from even myself: What he did to me that night was actual torture. Here’s the only thing that won’t go in the fire or to the thrift store. I’m not superstitious, but it feels like a horcrux, and…