OK, I admit it, I am a huge PostSecret junkie.
So, here's what resonated with me this morning:
Gee, that's awfully considerate of you, but I don't think you realize that I (and presumably other atheists) take this about the same way as you would if I said that I prayed for your protection through Zeus. You disbelieve in many gods; I just disbelieve in one more. Personally, I can't believe this one was chosen to be put up online- that's just what every religious person says when you say you don't believe in a higher power: "I'll pray for you."
The friends we create in our minds are often so much more understanding and seem more real than our living ones.
At this point, whoever's reading this is probably wondering where the secret that you'd most expect to find here is. So, with no further ado...
I did not send this secret in, but I could have awhile back. Summarized in a few words, this was me September 2oo6- March 2oo7. Making the effort to die would be too much. Whether I lived or died it didn't matter to me. The depression of this period is very difficult for me to write about- which is why I probably haven't mentioned it much. I drifted through life and decent judgement was... nonexistent. I didn't care if I broke every bone in my body; I didn't care if I was arrested.
And that was what I've come to believe screwed me up even more deeply.