The secrets you hold are made from nothing. No material. No physical matter. They are only words from a language you have learnt strung together within your own mind, and yet they are strangely heavy.
It might mean little, coming out of the pixels of a computer screen but I understand the burden. I feel it too. I too have things I need to let go of. Seven things, to be precise.
And so I invite you to let go of your secrets. They will not be shared, but encrypted. Using a language of our online myth, which holds no matter in reality, you will experience the catharsis of letting go of your secrets, but without the fear of them being unearthed.
They will then be transcribed onto seven stones, my secrets besides yours, and dropped into Llyn Ogwen, the lake where, as the myths go, the Lady of the Lake resides. She will keep our secrets, but show us they are as meaningless as ink on a page.
This is for you.