Source Article: https://postsecret.com/2019/06/08/postsecret-live-story/
A few years ago, I came to one of your shows in Ohio. I was in a really bad season of life – my depression and anxiety were bogging me down. Most days, I did not want to be alive. I had counseling the day of the show, and I told my counselor that it was free and I had been waiting years to be able to go to one of your shows, but that my depression wasn’t allowing me to even feel excited at the opportunity. She convinced me to go, and I will always be thankful for that. I ended up getting a seat right next to the stage and it was so awesome. I cried almost the whole time because I had felt actual joy again for what felt like the first time in forever. I was surrounded by strangers, yet somehow felt we were all connected by just being there together.
Anyways, you ended up giving me one of the books in the middle of your show, and had written a message in it (I didn’t yet know this) At some point, you offered people to go to the back/side of the room where there were microphones – you said we could share a secret or a story. I quietly got up and went to the back so I could share. While I was waiting, to my surprise, you said something along the lines of “there was a young lady sitting up here who I gave the book to. I had written a message in there but I think she left?” To which I shouted, “no, I’m just back here!!!!” I ended up sharing with the audience about how I came to know about PostSecret (two of my best friends who I feel have changed my life forever, for the better, introduced me to you and your website and your books) and how I struggled with suicidal thoughts and how coming to your show that night was the first think that felt right that whole year.
I cried into the microphone as I shared what reading the Sunday secrets for all these years has done for me and I thanked you for helping me feel known, seen, and heard. You lovingly walked from the stage to meet me as I was waking back to my seat and hugged me. I cried even more! You said to the audience something along the lines of, “it’s ironic that you shared your story tonight, because the message I wrote in your book says, ‘the world needs to hear your voice!’” And it was just such a moment! You also handed me the dollar bill you had kept in your wallet for years, the one that had, “we are all part of something bigger and we are all part of it together.” I cried, again! To no surprise haha. I felt such happiness, such gratitude. I called my mom after the show and she ended up writing you on Facebook to thank you because she had been so worried about me. Anyways, I just wanted to tell you thank you. You have no idea how much that night meant and still means to me. I’m happy to report that life is better these days. I still have anxiety and depression, but I don’t want to die anymore. I framed that dollar bill and I see it everyday and I’m reminded that it’s good to be alive, even when it doesn’t always feel like it. Your work is important, and so are you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.