It’s time
4 months ago
1/30/2006
Do you have any secrets? Can you keep one? When I was a kid I was horrible at keeping secrets. I'd always tell my brother what he was getting for Christmas, even though my mom told me it was a secret. I'd tell my friend's deepest darkest secrets...well as deep and as dark as you can get at age twelve. I just couldn't keep my mouth shut no matter how hard I tried. Once when I was about 14 I saw my friends whispering to each other but as soon as they saw me, they stopped. "What were you talking about," I asked them. "Oh NWC we can't tell you because you cannot keep a secret," they replied. "Of course I can," I promised even though history had shown my lips were rarely ever sealed. They refused to let me in on their secret and I was left an outsider. I was devastated and I made a vow that I would learn to stop 'telling secrets'. I started with little things like not telling my mom where my brother hid her cigarettes and I moved on to bigger things like not telling my mom that my dad received secret calls from various women while she was away at work. I got pretty good at not 'spilling' and eventually I earned the trust back from my friends. When I was 15 my best friend was having some family issues at home. Her father was an alcoholic, I, better than anyone, could relate to how she felt. We used to pretend that we lived in a far away place where no one knew our name, our history, our family. A place where there were no parents fighting, no doors slamming, no tears shed over what was...only hope of what could be. Although I knew these were fantasies that would most likely never come true, my friend became obsessed with finding a way to make them reality. One night while she was sleeping over, we lay in bed telling secrets. I told her about the crush I had on our History teacher, she told me about losing her virginity to the boy next door. I told her that I took twenty dollars from my mom's purse, she told me she wanted to die. I wasn't sure what to say, I was 15. She told me about how she just couldn't imagine living in a world with so much pain. Part of me understood, my own world was filled with pain but still, taking your own life, I was too much of a coward for that. I hugged her and told her that it would be ok, it's all I knew to say. Even though I knew that pain could consume you, I still believed that some day, it would go away or at least - hurt less. In the morning when we woke up she made me promise that I wouldn't tell anyone her secret and since I'd become such a good secret keeper, I never told anyone those things she whispered. I look back now and I wonder why I couldn't distinguish between keeping a secret and telling the truth to save someone. I guess when you are 15 the fear of being an outcast is enough to over shadow any truth that needs telling.
My friend would be 38 years old today, if I didn't keep a secret.
Secrets can destroy things. We keep them out of fear, out of loyalty, out of shame. We keep them because if people knew our deepest and darkest secrets, they might not love us anymore. We keep them from friends, for friends, because we're friends; we keep them because we're afraid of change. We keep them and we keep them and we keep them. We've all become champion secret keepers. Something to be proud of?
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If this guilt is something you have been harbouring for all these years I hope you will find the strength and courage to forgive yourself and let it go.
You are not to blame.
If I had asked my best friend if she was using,I still would not have been able to stop her from dying of an overdose.
She would have turned 36 last Nov.
I know I could not have saved her.
I wish you love and comfort today.
Thanks for sharing.
Tab
I don't know that you are looking for advice so I will refrain from offering.
I know that the netchic that I know is a kind, loving, caring woman and that you do the best you can given the set of circumstances you are working with at any given time.
Take care of yourself and celebrate the part of your friends life that you were a part of.
The most we can hope for is that we learn something valuable from these things that happen around us as we continue our journey. As we learn, we begion to understand how we can impact those things in a positive way... that's not so bad, is it?
However, like WDKY said, this isn't something that you should take responsibility for. Life can be really confusing sometimes, and people make different choices in how to act and react. And not to belittle it or place blame, but it was her choice at the time. And you were only 15.
I wish I could say something to make you feel better!
Sigh. I have much heaviness on my shoulders too, and there is only grief when I think about it.
We can only share, and commiserate, and live life to the fullest now... right? Right.
JJ
All I can say is that it's hard to see into the hearts and minds of others, especially when you're 15.
It's not your fault.
Your friend would have een 38 today but just think about how many people are going to read this post and realise they should talk about what's happening to THEIR friends. Thanks to your post.
Fitèna