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The story I am going to share with you, needs a bit of a background story. I need to let you know where my life was, I need you to understand the struggles I had encountered that lead me to PSC and the people I hold dear to my heart whom I know have the pleasure of calling my family.

When I joined PSC I had found myself in a very dark place in life. I was struggling with coming out, struggling with life. Just – struggling. It was January 2008. That winter was a rough one for me. I had cut off ties just about completely with my dad. I was insanely homesick. I was tired of being alone. I was tired of pretending. I was border line suicidal, very much bulimic, and I felt like I was failing at life. I just wanted to give up on it all. It was then that my roommate at the time came home one day with the first three Post Secret books. I had never heard of them before, but with the flip of the cover I was hooked. I spend all night reading them, I just couldn’t put them down. A few weeks later, to my pleasure, I found the forum, and decided to sign up. I would later realize that this was the best decision of my life.

As the months passed, I put up a comment here and there, send a PM or two, and just got to know a few people. Pretty soon I was forming a bond with these people online. People I had never met. It’s not your usual bond, and as I sit here searching for the words to use, I am drawing up a blank. I had so much pain, and hurt, and anger in me for so long I found a sense of relief in being able to let it out. I had never in my life met people who were willing to listen to me, talk to me and help me out. These were people who owed me nothing; these were people who didn’t have to do any of that.

I missed out on the Denverrrrrrrrrr 1.0 , however after seeing the initial pictures, I knew that there was no way I couldn’t be a part of the second one. In the months that followed my joining the PSC forum, my relationships with people grew. I found myself opening up like I never did before. Talking to these guys was something that came easily to me. There was always SOMEONE who could relate to something I was going through. The best part was it usually didn’t matter what time of the day I went on – someone was always on to talk to. I think this is what I grew to appreciate so much - the idea that no matter what, I could always count on this group of lads.

Denverrrrrrrrrr 2.0 was memorable as were 3.0 and 4.0. Each trip holds different important memories . Joining PSC has changed my life in so many ways. This fall, I am going to be making one of the biggest moves in my adult life. I’m quitting my stable full time corporate job, quitting my sometimes fun part time toy store job, selling my big furniture, packing my car up, and moving myself to none other than Denver. Very few of my 'real life' friends understand what these group of people mean to me. Treeb20, Hey_Zeus!, Baal, Onlyloosersgotoheaven, Agentrusco, Colorofapathy, Klyphe, SaturdaysARugbyDay, RaineMaker, Firestarter, and for the usernames I don’t remember - Esther, Chantal, Kimmie…thank you all for finding your way into my life, and into my heart. People say this a lot, but each and every one of you played a part in saving my life. It’s been a great 4 years, and I can’t wait for the many memories we still need to make.

Ohana. I love you all.