I’ve been reading PostSecret lately – for those of you not familiar with the blog, it consists of postcards (and sometimes emails) that are sent in anonymously, telling the sender’s secret – sometimes cute, sometimes nostalgic, sometimes horribly sad. An anonymous e-confessional of sorts. I read it and sometimes pray for the people who write in. I’ve been thinking lately of what I would send in.
There have been more days in my life when I wished I was dead than days when I was glad to be alive.
Thankfully, things are changing so that one day this may not be true. But then I wonder if it is ever possible to overcome so many years of desperate sadness. Doesn’t that leave a mark? That maybe can’t be erased or healed?