“I am only as sick as my secrets.” — AA platitude
Why?
Because there are no “other people” in reality. There is only one person to keep things from.
A “secret” is a vain attempt to keep something from myself. Something I don’t accept about me (if I really accepted it, would I have any impulse to keep it from others?).
It is this division against myself that I experience as sickness. As long as I fail to accept every part of my divine and innocent wholeness, I will feel “sick,” which is to say “mentally troubled, spiritually isolated, emotionally stressed, and physically exhausted.”
The beautiful thing about this sickness is that it lives entirely in the mind. Aside from what I’m thinking and believing, there is no sickness and no separation, and so no need to ever wall anything off from myself. In fact, there is no WAY to wall anything off from myself (which is why it hurts so much to try and why it is so exhausting).
The beautiful thing about THAT is that there is only one person in the whole world to whom a secret ever needs to be revealed.
When I have fully seen it, When I have fully understood it, When I have fully accepted and loved it within, then it won’t matter to me who else knows about it.
So I don’t have to rush out and tell the world (nor do I have to scramble to keep it from the world either). When I’m clear within, “everybody else knowing about it” and “nobody else knowing about it” are the same.
It’s no longer a secret.
And when that happens, I am well.