One of the most universal fears is, “if people really knew me, they would abandon me,”

The fear is that if people really knew how shallow, broken, not perfect and messed up you were, they wouldn’t love you.

And so from this fear, secrets are born.

We hide the truth about who we are.

We hide the truth about what we care about.

We hide the truth about how we feel.

We keep secrets.

But here’s the truth:

We don’t keep secrets. Secrets keep us.

From friendships.

From relationships.

From adventures.

From love.

Should you tell everyone everything? Of course not. Not at all. Should you keep secrets from the people who want to really know you, who over time have really shown you they’re not in your life to run from your life?

I don’t think so.