The Anonymous Project


I’m a Mom; I Have Depression, by Anonymous 1

Realizing you are one of ‘those people’ who has depression is a lonely place. It’s an overwhelming awful made even more appalling because I have children. If it were just me affected, it wouldn’t really matter. But I have children and for them to have a reactive shell of a […]


I Never Planned on Marrying a Child Molester 2

  When I stood at the altar, dressed for the first and only time in bridal whites and took his hand and read the vows we had both written; when I was twenty-two and my hair wreathed with perfect flowers and my hands both wound in his and bound with […]


I Want to Unbelieve (by: Anonymous) 3

What if everything you every believed fought with everything you perceive? What if your value system was turned on its head? What I love about this series, which this piece highlights so well, is that the writer does not want platitudes. The writer will not be content with the simple, […]


What It’s Like to be Me ( by: Anonymous) 6

Friends, we’ve read some remarkably frank words in The Anonymous Project. Today, I want to say thank you to everyone who has shared their lives, and trusted us with their very selves. Be encouraged by the starkness of the human condition, because here we see pain exists alongside beauty.   […]


She Cried When She Woke Alive, by: Anonymous 7

The third post in The Anonymous Project is long, and it is challenging. Triggers include suicide and depression. Please be respectful of our participants and use common sense in your responses. Thank you. She played with the bus fare waiting with the herd of people for the 5:15pm bus home. […]