This one really brought it home for me after 19 years of being terribly unhappy I left. I wasted my best years or did I?
Some of the images are disturbing and but they are so truthful and why is it that they are secrets? We would rather lose our identities and our happiness than to tell the truth, why do we do that as humans? Please comment, I want to hear your thoughts.
"There are two kinds of secrets, the ones we keep from others and the ones we keep from ourselves" ~Frank Warren
Something to make you smile: