Post Secret

Archive of postcards sent to Postsecret.com Feel free to remove captions- they're only there to clarify the writing on the cards.

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I’ve become a person who cries in the bathroom at work

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Telling you to leave me alone broke me in a new way

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before I fall asleep, I read your texts like bedtime stories

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When I was 13, I had a Halloween party that no one showed up to I had decorated and everything. My kid is going to be 2 soon. I am so terrified of throwing him a party and having to sit in an empty, party decorated house again. It breaks my heart.

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Thanks to this life-saving medication, I no longer want to die every day. The pills run out in 63 days.

I’m terrified Trump will kill Obamacare.

I finally- finally!- don’t want to kill myself (I’m even in love!), but I may only have until the bottles are empty to enjoy it.

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I spent my friday night watching you to make sure that you stayed

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I may grouse about my job but access to a toilet out in the stink factory gives me total poop freedom! I may never leave.

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When I came to college, the only member I missed was my dog.

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CNN is my xxx

♡ Anderson Cooper♡ Chris Cuomo♡ Jim Acosta♡ 

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The only way I can climax with my husband is when I’m thinking of you.

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I am so enjoying being a noncontributing member of society

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Thank you so much for agreeing to ask your Facebook fans to help me decode these postcards from my Great-Grandfather in the 1800’s. He owned a farm and a mill and apparently was involved in a war that was going on at that time… We don’t know who he was corresponding with or why. None of us have been able to crack the code.

Amazing! I just read all three decoded messages on Facebook I called my mother again and she was so excited. My Great Grandfather’s name is Harry (whom the cards are written to). She doesn’t know who the M is – and she found the one card that says “I am your true love” very interesting  – – – because his wife’s name was Helen (eek!). Thank you SO very much and feel free to share this email with the P.S. community! You’re bringing so many smiles to my family right now! 

(Langhorne, PA. Feb 13, 1894)

Dear Harry,

My cold is better and I can go out sleighing anytime you come up. I think it will be good sleighing now. I just got a letter from Ollie. how is your cold. I am your true love,

M

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Thanks for understanding my disorders, mom. I love you too.♡ 

“It’s ok Katie- I didn’t mind. I love you”

This Sunday you posted the classic secret of Purell and a note to Katie from her mother. I saw that secret when it was originally posted as a Sunday Secret. It is the only secret I ever printed. I carried it in my purse folded up for YEARS to remind me that MY having OCD and Anxiety was okay. Nobody needed to tell me that because the literal secret in my purse told me. I was no longer ashamed and was able to be open and a self-advocate for my needs. Now as a teacher I often tell my students, who are struggling, about that secret. I am going to print the secret again and keep extras in my office for future people who need it.

What I’m trying to say is thank you and thanks to Katie. You’ve changed my life for the better. 

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We have secrets for a reason

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My life isn’t as charmed as it seems and I’m not as happy as I look.

One time me and my sister jumped my ex-boyfriend for cheating on me. My sister ran to his car and stole his money ;) lmao

*these are two different secrets from two different people from an event held by PostSecret

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When I was born my dad had a gf at the time that my mom didn’t know. My dad named me after his gf. My mom didn’t find out till later on.

I love fighting with my boyfriend because I see that he cares.

*these are two different secrets from two different people from an event held by PostSecret

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Dear school photographer,

I hate my air-brushed photo! So stop airbrushing them, they are perfectly fine the way they are, untouched