We’ve gotten to know each other around here. But we still don’t know everything. And there’s no way we know each other’s secrets.

But, we find ways of telling them on the internet, don’t we? I have them, too. And I don’t share all of them in these posts. But sometimes I’ll type out something in a comment on some blog–and leave it in a comment in some other corner of the blogosphere, knowing that most eyes will never see it. Why do I do that? Because it feels good to get it out there anyway. It feels good to release it–release myself from its hold. It becomes powerless. Benign. And I am free from it.

I read this powerful list of confessions. Here’s an excerpt:

What if I told you…
i’m glad he died.
What if I told you…
i was scared for my life, many times.
What if I told you…
how much showing weakness scares the hell out of me.

What if today was a day where you could get it out? Type it out. Let it go. And walk away from it. Leave it anonymously – with a fake email address that won’t link back to your avatar, like nonsense@anons.com. But leave it. And walk away. We don’t have to know who you are.

Finish this sentence: What if I told you ____________

**UPDATE**
Thank you for reading this–for being here–for praying for those who have commented–and for commenting. I can’t believe the response that has come from this so far… It’s my bedtime, but I will check  back first thing in the morning. Keep the confessions rolling. I pray this is a moment of release for those who need it.

** UPDATE TWO**
Bedtime again, but this conversation is still alive, so I’m going to let it run its course for another night. There are so many confessions that have been poured out in this. And so many people have been praying. I’ve lost count. I think dozens of people are praying. So say what you need to say, and if you need to get some life-level help, please get in touch with me. mandy[at]mandythompson.com… There are people out there who want to help.