This thing keeping lungs and lips locked -- it is called fear and it's seeing a great renaissance
Dear Frank,
Ever since I first discovered PostSecret, I've been searching for a secret to send in. This has gone on for about two years now, and I've finally come to my happy realization:
I don't have any secrets.
The only reason I don't have any secrets is because I have people who know them -- and love me anyway. I realized this today - just now, in fact. This is the greatest Christmas present I could _ever_ ask for. Santa has nothing on my people:
Abi, the only woman I will ever love, has saved my life time and again. She knows everything there is to know about me, down to my desire to own a pair of toe-socks.
Jake, the only boy I have ever felt completely myself with, has been completely honest with me in regards to both my failings and accomplishments. He thinks I'm joking when I refer to him as my brother.
Sley, the girl who loved me before she met me, has been like my own child, for all that she's two months younger than I am. She comes to me for guidance and advice, and helps me see every day that, no matter the circumstances, someone loves me.
Tenny, the first best friend I ever had, has taught me the difference between being right and being prideful. She has stood by me, throughout our tumultous friendship, with nary an ulterior motive or malicious thought. She loves me, and I am forever grateful.
Bell, who has managed to love me through someone else, has taught me that you don't always have to know everything about a person to love them. She loved me through stories and can now love me just fine on her own.
My mama, having loved me my whole life, has guided me as I now guide others. She loves me, unconditionally, and is awesome enough that her only response to my coming out was, "...At least you can't get pregnant. Can you get me another cup of coffee, please?" My mama is the greatest and strongest woman who has ever lived, in my most honest opinion, and has taught me that just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I'm inferior and that just because someone is different doesn't mean that they're inferior either. She taught me that respect freely given was its own reward and that just because you love someone doesn't mean that you have to put up with their crap. When all else is dead, gone, and failed, I know that I will _always_ have my mama.
Jason, having loved me since before he married my mama and became the father he didn't have to be, has taught me that people lie. They lie all the time and in the worst ways. He also taught me about self-respect, and how the fact that just because you _can_ do something doesn't mean you should. He has given me excellent advice throughout the years, and has always been there for me, even when I was being a spoiled little brat. He loved me when my biological father wouldn't and continues to do so to this day. He is the _best_ man, and every little boy should aspire to be just like him. I don't always tell him, or show him, but I love him just as if I were a child of his loins. I refer to him as 'Dad' with pride.
Kevin, having loved me since the day I was born, has been the best big brother that I could ever have prayed to have. He stood in for both Mama and my father at times, and did a damn fine job. I can come to him with anything, and he makes sure that I know this every day. I sometimes feel as if I am the luckiest little sister of all time, to have ended up with him as a big brother. He taught me that one's face is not one's only attribute, and that 'A mind is a terrible thing to waste,' is not just a cliche saying. He encourages me always, in all things, and I will forever love him for it.
Thank you for giving me a reason to actually _think_ about why I can't think of any secrets. Without PostSecret, I never would have given it a second thought.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Mariah
Ever since I first discovered PostSecret, I've been searching for a secret to send in. This has gone on for about two years now, and I've finally come to my happy realization:
I don't have any secrets.
The only reason I don't have any secrets is because I have people who know them -- and love me anyway. I realized this today - just now, in fact. This is the greatest Christmas present I could _ever_ ask for. Santa has nothing on my people:
Abi, the only woman I will ever love, has saved my life time and again. She knows everything there is to know about me, down to my desire to own a pair of toe-socks.
Jake, the only boy I have ever felt completely myself with, has been completely honest with me in regards to both my failings and accomplishments. He thinks I'm joking when I refer to him as my brother.
Sley, the girl who loved me before she met me, has been like my own child, for all that she's two months younger than I am. She comes to me for guidance and advice, and helps me see every day that, no matter the circumstances, someone loves me.
Tenny, the first best friend I ever had, has taught me the difference between being right and being prideful. She has stood by me, throughout our tumultous friendship, with nary an ulterior motive or malicious thought. She loves me, and I am forever grateful.
Bell, who has managed to love me through someone else, has taught me that you don't always have to know everything about a person to love them. She loved me through stories and can now love me just fine on her own.
My mama, having loved me my whole life, has guided me as I now guide others. She loves me, unconditionally, and is awesome enough that her only response to my coming out was, "...At least you can't get pregnant. Can you get me another cup of coffee, please?" My mama is the greatest and strongest woman who has ever lived, in my most honest opinion, and has taught me that just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I'm inferior and that just because someone is different doesn't mean that they're inferior either. She taught me that respect freely given was its own reward and that just because you love someone doesn't mean that you have to put up with their crap. When all else is dead, gone, and failed, I know that I will _always_ have my mama.
Jason, having loved me since before he married my mama and became the father he didn't have to be, has taught me that people lie. They lie all the time and in the worst ways. He also taught me about self-respect, and how the fact that just because you _can_ do something doesn't mean you should. He has given me excellent advice throughout the years, and has always been there for me, even when I was being a spoiled little brat. He loved me when my biological father wouldn't and continues to do so to this day. He is the _best_ man, and every little boy should aspire to be just like him. I don't always tell him, or show him, but I love him just as if I were a child of his loins. I refer to him as 'Dad' with pride.
Kevin, having loved me since the day I was born, has been the best big brother that I could ever have prayed to have. He stood in for both Mama and my father at times, and did a damn fine job. I can come to him with anything, and he makes sure that I know this every day. I sometimes feel as if I am the luckiest little sister of all time, to have ended up with him as a big brother. He taught me that one's face is not one's only attribute, and that 'A mind is a terrible thing to waste,' is not just a cliche saying. He encourages me always, in all things, and I will forever love him for it.
Thank you for giving me a reason to actually _think_ about why I can't think of any secrets. Without PostSecret, I never would have given it a second thought.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Mariah