Privacy is good, secrets are bad, at least for me. There’s a 12-step saying – when you’re doing well, your addict is doing pushups in your basement. For me, secrets are a sure-fire way to strengthen “my addict.” Worse, they’re actually both a tell that my addict is in town, and they’re prima facie evidence of him/it: one way I have of understanding my addiction is that if it’s to anything, it’s to secrecy.
So whenever I find myself keeping secrets – not just limiting the audience with which I share them, but keeping them all to my lonesome? Look out.