I used to live on a web of secrets. They bound me in a dark hole. Some of the secrets I kept for myself, some I kept for others. The ones I kept for others were more toxic and would eat away at me. When it felt like they would eat through my skin. I told the secrets I kept for him to another, Wendi pulled it out of me. It was painful and frustrating, but It was such a relief to have it out, but I felt guilty about breaking my word. Eventually I broke down and told others, other people and other secrets. I posted them on the internet. They were my secrets as well and I had kept them long enough. The secrets that used to rule my thoughts and held my heart hostage have no more power.
I don’t feel guilty that I posted his secret on the internet. It wasn’t just his secret in the first place.