Sometimes you don't realize you've crossed a line until you're on the other side and can't go back.

I just invite people to share a secret with me. It's not like I'm a psychiatrist who's going to react to it or a priest who's going to give you something to do. When you let it go, there's kind of this void and I think people like that.

I read your secrets to escape from my own.

How I wish I could hug everyone and tell them that it's okay. It's okay to be scared and angry and hurt and selfish. It's part of being human.

The confessions can touch on every human emotion. They can be laugh-out-loud funny, for sure, they can be heart-breaking, they can be sexual or hidden acts of kindness, they can be romantic.

The secrets I receive reflect the full spectrum of complicated issues that many of us struggle with every day: Intimacy, trust, meaning, humor, and desire.

The children almost broken by the world become the adults most likely to change it.