My secret made me sick. All that anger, guilt and confusion. I felt it in my stomach. And two weeks after I turned 18 years old, my stomach exploded due to a blood clot, which later was hypothesized to be caused from a stress ulcer. My molestation was a very stressful secret. Suddenly, my family could keep no secrets.
People have many layers. If you love yourself, a good metaphor for you is to think of people like an onion--rings upon rings of flavor. People also have a lot going on beneath the surface--think of an iceberg. Only the very tip is above the water for us to see. Some people might seem boring on the surface, but their story lurks just beneath the water.