Post Secret home truths
Usually when I sit down to read Sunday’s Post Secrets, I get a kick out of reading real secrets, but it’s not very often when one gets me right there; where I feel like I’m reading my own secret:
I remember the times when I wished I could go to the liquor store across the road and hand them a sign with my mother’s picture and “DO NOT ALLOW TO BUY ALCOHOL” in size 38 Arial Bold across the bottom. I remember fantasising that it would be able to actually help.
I still wish it could.
I also wish I could tell my family and her friends to do the same; that they are allowing her to kill herself. They won’t listen. I’ve been fighting this for over half of my life now, so I’ve run out of the anger I need to keep fighting.
I hope the anger comes back soon.
