đ€Ż INCRĂVEL: âI Could Go To Jailâ: 43 People Share The Deepest Secrets Theyâve Never Told A Soul đČ
Itâs not uncommon for people to keep little secrets from the ones they love: whether itâs a daring outfit they know would raise eyebrows or a secret date night theyâd rather keep hush-hush. But sometimes, we all crave a safe space to spill the things weâd never say out loud, just to get them off our chest.
Thatâs why this viral Instagram thread is so captivating; it pulls those hidden confessions right into the spotlight. From deep identity secrets to hilarious confessions, people are bravely sharing the thoughts theyâve kept locked away. Some of these secrets will have you giggling, others might tug at your heartstrings, but all of them remind us just how complicated and beautifully human we really are.
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I left my husband the week our daughter was born. Everyone called me heartless.
But no one saw the bruises. Or how he threw things when I spoke. I left to save her. And myself.
Now we have peace. And pancakes on Sundays.
I helped my mom die. Cancer was eating her alive.
She begged me to stop the pain. One night, I gave her more morphine than usual.
She whispered “thank you” before falling asleep. I still hear it in my dreams.
My parents passed away years ago. My wife and I bought a vintage rotary phone to display in our dining room. When my wife is away, sometimes I will dial my childhood home phone number and secretly hope my parents answer. Sometimes Iâll even talk and tell them about my life.
Youâve probably heard the phrase, âThe truth sets you free.â For many, though, itâs not always easy to share that truth, at least not openly. Sometimes, people need a safe place to let it out, even if itâs anonymously online.
Some of these folks might be waiting for the right moment to tell their loved ones, while others just need to get it off their chest for their own peace of mind. These posts prove how complicated and heavy it can be to really speak your heart. After all, secrets are often just truths waiting for a softer landing.
Iâve been taking care of my mother for five years now.
She thinks Iâm her caregiver.
She has Alzheimerâs disease.
Every morning she tells me, âYouâre so kind. My daughter would never take care of me like this.â
And every time, I just nod.
Then I go cry in the bathroom.
The pill failed. Ten months after giving birth, I found out I was pregnant again. But I was exhaustedâphysically, mentally, emotionally.
So I had a medical abortion. No one knew but my husband. He held me when the cramps started, and he held me tighter when I started bleeding on the bathroom floor.
Itâs technically illegal where I live. I could go to jail. Our family and friends would disown and condemn usâespecially me. I would be painted as the sinful woman who k**led her unborn baby.
So we grieved in silence, for a child weâll never get to meet and hold.
I gave up my dog when I became homeless. We lived in my car together for three weeks. I skipped meals to feed her.
When the shelter said no pets, I kissed her nose, gave her to a foster family, and cried for hours. They send me pictures sometimes. She’s okay.
Hereâs the thing: we all keep secrets. Seriously, almost everyone does it! A fascinating study led by Michael Slepian at Columbia University in 2017 found just how common secret-keeping really is. Researchers asked thousands of people about the things they hide.
The findings were clear: nearly everyone has a secret tucked away. And some of them are much more common than youâd think. Itâs a reminder that behind every calm face might be a hidden storm or a quiet confession.
I sent a voice note of me screaming into the voidâŠ
To the wrong group chat.
My aunt replied, âSame.â
Now weâre closer than ever.
One day at work, something small made me cry.
I hid in the bathroom.
A coworker knocked, then slid a candy bar under the door.
He didnât say anything.
And Iâve never forgotten how much that helped.
I never wanted kids. But every family dinner turns into an interrogation. “You’ll change your mind.” “Who’ll take care of you when you’re old?”
I’m not broken. I just want a quiet life with dogs, books, and spontaneous travel. And that should be enough.
So what are we all hiding? According to the study, about 97% of us have at least one secret. The researchers identified 38 broad categories of secrets, but the top ones were spicy: romantic thoughts about someone other than a partner, secret sexual behaviors, and emotional infidelity were among the most common. It turns out the most personal stories are often the ones we bury the deepest.
I gave up my baby at 19. She had red hair. I held her once. Just once. Signed the papers with shaking hands.
Every year on her birthday, I bake a cake. Just in case. No one knows.
Every Monday, I wear the same sweater to work.
Nobody notices.
But it was my brotherâs favorite.
He passed three years ago.
It still smells like him a little.
Thatâs enough.
Sometimes secrets arenât about romance or scandal, theyâre about survival. One study found that people who are sick with infectious illness often keep it under wraps to avoid being shunned. They fear being treated differently, left out, or judged harshly. So instead of telling the truth, they hide it away to protect themselves from isolation. Staying silent can sometimes feel safer than facing cold shoulders or whispers.
I found an old voicemail from my sister.
Just her laughing and saying âCall me back, dummy.â
She passed away in 2018.
I still havenât deleted it.
I’m 27. My boyfriend is 63. We met at a bookstore. He recommended a poetry collection.
Now we live together. People stare, call me a gold digger. But he’s the only person who’s ever made me feel understood. Let them talk. He makes me tea every morning and remembers how I like my toast. That’s love.
My dog ate my w**d brownie.
I panicked and called the vet.
He said, âSheâll be fine. Maybe just a little⊠groovy.â
She stared at the wall for 6 hours.
Now sheâs afraid of Bob Marley songs.
Fear of judgment is another big reason we zip our lips. Many of us worry that if we told the truth, people would look at us differently. Maybe theyâd think less of us, pity us, or even gossip behind our backs.
So, we keep things buried, not because we want to lie, but because we fear what honesty might cost us in other peopleâs eyes. In a world obsessed with appearances, secrets can feel like tiny shields.
I called 911 because I thought I was having a heart attack.
Turns out I just had my first espresso.
They gave me water.
And judgment.
I’m a mom. I hate being a mom. I love my kid. But I miss silence. I miss sleeping in.
I miss not being touched all day. No one warns you that love can feel like drowning.
I worked for a huge travel company in late 1990âs. My dreadful/lazy boss told me to proof read the company Brochure Booking Conditions (her job, not mine). I added a made-up section about dress code for our 1 million passengers a year. âAny passenger wearing a lilac track suit, carrying gold or silver bags, ugly sandals, garish jewelly or with an obvious curly perm will be denied access to the flightâ. She didnât check my work and 6000 holiday brochures went to print. Ha ha.
Not all secrets come from shame or guilt: sometimes theyâre about staying humble or avoiding unnecessary fuss. Imagine getting into Harvard but wanting to keep it quiet until the degree is in your hands. Some people choose to avoid attention or praise until they feel itâs really âdone.â Itâs not about lying, itâs about staying focused and protecting their moment.Â
I was the perfect daughter. Now I have no idea who I am. Straight A’s, clean room, polite smile.
I said “yes” to everything.
Now I’m 30 and can’t make a single decision without panicking. I’m trying to unlearn obedience. It’s harder than I thought.
My boss thinks I take afternoon walks for âmental wellness.â
I actually just go sit in my car, eat cookies, and watch cat videos until I feel like a person again.
My dog started sleeping by the front door after my son moved out.
Heâs been gone a year.
I think the dog still hears his footsteps.
Sometimes I do, too.
Then thereâs the idea of personal boundaries. Some secrets are simply a way to keep a piece of life private and under your own control. We all deserve a bit of personal space: things that belong just to us, no explanations needed. Sometimes, staying silent is less about deceit and more about drawing a healthy line in the sand. Privacy, in a noisy world, can feel like freedom.
I thought my cat went missing.
I cried, posted flyers, knocked on neighborsâ doors.
She was in the dryer.
Sleeping.
Judging me.
I work in HR and once accidentally opened a complaint email about me.
It was accurate.
So I deleted it and started being nicer.
I donât think they ever followed up.
My boss was stealing money from the company, and I found out â but I covered for her because we were really close. That lasted until she realized I couldnât keep it up much longer⊠so she fired me. So I ratted on her.
For others, secrecy can be about safety, especially when it comes to identity. Many people hide parts of who they are from family because they fear rejection or worse, being cut off entirely. Itâs heartbreaking to imagine, but for some, secrecy is the only way they can feel protected while staying true to themselves behind closed doors. When your truth doesnât feel safe, silence becomes survival.
I loved my best friend. She was straight. I knew I couldn’t tell her. So I became her biggest cheerleader, watched her fall in love with someone else, held her when she cried.
And when she got married, I smiled in every photo. She never knew she broke my heart.
I’m gay. My wife doesn’t know.
We have two kids. A dog. A mortgage. I love her in a way.
But not the way she deserves. Some nights I cry into her pillow when she’s asleep. I don’t know how to be free without destroying everything.
I was 17 or 18 at the time. My dad had a scandal with another woman. One day, he brought that mistress to our house to meet my mom, no less. Iâm Asian (Malaysian, to be exact), and itâs normal for the host to serve tea or coffee to the guest. I donât think my parents knew that I already knew who that woman was.
So I made her a drink â using water from the toilet bowl. She sat there on our couch, all shameless, sipping it like nothing. And I just watched. I never told anyone. Not even my mom (sheâs too soft for that kind of thing).
But I was so [darn] satisfied.
My dad didnât end up continuing things with that woman. I told him straight: if he went through with it, Iâd cut him off for good. No more father-daughter anything. He chose to keep what little was left of our relationship
At the end of the day, secrets are part of being human. Whether itâs a confession whispered to strangers online or a truth carried in silence for years, sometimes keeping a secret is what helps a person feel sane. In a world where everyone has an opinion, a little privacy can be a lifeline. And maybe, when the time is right, some secrets find the courage to come into the light.
Just like these anonymous posts that crack open someoneâs hidden truth, did any of them make you pause and think about the secrets youâre carrying too? Would you ever share yours online if you knew no one would judge you? Or maybe youâve already spilled something anonymously before! Weâd love to know â what are your thoughts?Â
I’m a nanny for a rich family in the Hamptons.
They donât know I sleep in my car because I can’t afford rent.
I take care of their kids like theyâre my own, while mine lives two states away with my mom.
Sometimes I feel like I’m living someone else’s American dream.
I inherited everything. Didn’t share it.
My siblings think I’m selfish. But they never cared for her. I was the one who sat by her bed every night. I earned it. Still, some nights I stare at my bank account and feel nothing but guilt.
Iâm a 60-ish-year-old man, and people think Iâm very straight-laced and conservative. But I wear menâs thong underwear because theyâre comfy and donât chafe me. No one would guess. And honestly, Iâm too old to care what people think about it.
I faked a British accent in high school.
For 3 years.
Even the teachers believed me.
I transferred before graduation.
Still terrified someone will recognize me.
I’m trans. My family still doesn’t know.
Ten years of living as myself. Ten years of lying to them.
I send Christmas cards signed with my deadname. I dread family Zoom calls.
Maybe one day I’ll show up as me. Maybe.
I used dry shampoo thinking it was deodorant.
For two weeks.
Kept wondering why I smelled like a dusty vanilla candle.
I accidentally called my boyfriend âdad.â
He said, âWe need to talk.â
I pretended to faint.
It didnât work.
I once waved at someone using a fork.
Like, I literally lifted my fork and waved.
Then realized it was my reflection.
In the microwave door.
I once walked around Target for 45 minutesâŠ
Talking to a stranger I thought was my mom.
It wasnât.
She let me talk about my childhood trauma.
Then said, âSweetie, Iâm not your mother.â
I fell in love with my therapist. I never planned to. He was kind, patient, and saw through all my walls.
I told him things I’d never told anyone. When he smiled, I felt safe. When our sessions ended, I cried for a week. I’ve never told him. Maybe I never will.
I kissed a guy because I thought he was someone else.
He was VERY confused.
I said, âSurprise social experiment.â
He said, âPlease leave.â
I don’t love my child the way I should. He’s not who I imagined. He’s loud, difficult, breaks things. Some days I cry in the shower because I’m tired of pretending. But I tuck him in every night. I hope that’s enough.
I once waved back at someone who wasnât waving at me.
To make it worse, I tripped over a chair immediately after.
They watched.
So did their friends.
I just acted like I was stretching.
In public. While limping.
A friend cheated on her boyfriend with me after years of mixed signals. We would go to shows together, and she would encourage me to touch her everywhere except for âall the way,â even if it was 99% there. I think she secretly liked feeling desired, the attention, the ego boost.
When we finally started sleeping together, the sexual chemistry was insane because of such delayed gratification. But again, the mixed signals continued. I was so smitten with her I couldnât see the forest for the trees. Her relationship had stagnated, and I was convinced she was staying in it out of familiarity and that we would be together eventually. I think she secretly enjoyed keeping me hooked.
Eventually, I realized that I would never have the relationship I wanted if I kept chasing her. I eventually cut our friendship off, which essentially cut me out from our group of friends. Iâm sure they all have an idea of what happened or know because she admitted it to them.
I did meet the love of my life. I think my friend is still in her stagnant relationship. Iâm still convinced she would be happier if she moved on and lived life single for a while (she has consistently been in relationships for nearly 20 years). She is a free spirit who hasnât gotten to truly explore herself, and she canât see how much of her suffering is because of that.
An incredibly dumb mistake on my part, but at the same time, she showed me I was still capable of feeling love. Were it not for her, I donât think I would be with my girlfriend.
Three years in, she cheats, gets busted, denies all, puts me on an emotional roller coaster for five months, and finally ends it.
Her âheâs just a friendâ posts gym pics of them both nearly daily, and they vacation together.
My secret? I want the five months back, not the girl đ
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