Our Folded Hands

Women helping Women. Reaching out to the Sister who still suffers. Helping each other through the Good times and the Difficult times. To get to the SOBER way of life, One Day at a Time.

Promise of a new Day

We are only as sick as the secrets we keep. —Anonymous—

Not letting others know who we really are keeps us continually off balance while in their presence. Risking full openness, even with friends, is not easy; however, the pain that accompanies secret-keeping far exceeds the potential pain of self-reservation.
There are unexpected gifts for our complete honesty. One is discovering that we’re like others. We’re not unique in our shame nor our self-aborrence. And the attachments to others inspired by our decision to share ourselves strengthen us. The pain and alienation diminishes. We begin to sense our equality, one with another, and we experience trust.
Sharing secrets, our own and others’, lessens the burden of guilt that diminishes each of us. But more than that, our freedom from secrets nurtures healthy personal growth. Hiding nothing convinces us that we have nothing to hide; thus, we’re free to try new behaviors, move in unfamiliar directions.
My burdens are only as heavy as the secrets I hang on to.