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How the Secrets Came Out

This was about protecting the new self growing its delicate way within me.

Telling my darkest secret felt like throwing up: the tension just before, the desperation to hold it in, the mess, the shame, the sense of release. One time, after I told it to my fourth therapist, I climbed into my car and turned on heavy metal and cranked the volume up full, acting out the release part. But I’m not going to tell you that secret. You don’t need the burden of knowing, and I don’t need to share. I’ll tell you other secrets in other ways.

really very carefully

Do it again and I won’t see you anymore.


Janelle Janelle. I am Janelle.