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Addressed to Anonymous

When my grandma passed away and i still had things I wanted to say to her...I wrote them in a letter to her, but had no where to send it to. Yesterday I had a lot of emotions I wanted to purge. I wrote them and sealed them in a letter, but had no where to send it to. So I got to thinking...what if there was somewhere to send that letter anonymously. Some place to put it out into the universe and maybe even to get response (not from the intended recipient, but from someone who could relate or just wanted to provide comfort and wisdom). Out of this I started a new idea/blog/community share site. Addressed to Anonymous. Who do you have to say that you can't or just haven't? Who would you write a letter to if it could be anonymous? Don't tell me on here...start writing the letter. Send your letter anonymously to PO Box 365, Chagrin Falls, Ohio 44022. I'll post it on a blog. I'll encourage community response letters and open exchange. The more people that write, the more interesting it gets. Profess love. Apologies. Regrets. Fears. Frustrations. Mourn. Celebrate. Reach out. All I ask is that the letters remain non violent and threat free (we don't want to scare anyone). Please start writing. Pass this project along. It can't work without your help, honesty, or the belief that somewhere out there your message will be heard and received just as it was meant to be.

Once we get going you'll find all letters posted at AddressedtoAnonymous.blogspot.com.

Aren't you interested in seeing and reading letters that might hold personal relevance to you?

PO Box 365
Chagrin Falls, Ohio 44022

Comments

Jen said…
There is something like this, it is called post secret or something like that.

I like your idea better.
:)
Anonymous said…
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