I am sensitive. Some may say I am “overemotional.” I may be “too much” or “difficult” or “a handful.” I feel everything. Every little shift in the energy in the room or the tone in a person’s voice. Everything and anything can make me cry. I cry angry tears. I cry sad tears. I cry hurting tears and happy tears. I cry I-don’t-know-why tears. Sometimes I just need an escape, so I cry, and when I do, I feel like my chest is going to explode. I feel like I can’t get air fast enough and that my heart is physically shattering in my chest. I know what pain is.
I will spend hours and hours repeating what a person said to me. Did they mean it? Did they mean to hurt me? How long have they felt like this? What did I do? They hate me. They must hate me. They don’t want me around. I am a bother. I am a nuisance. They would be better off without me.
I am an all or nothing person. I love with my entire fragile heart that is often too easy to break. I wear my heart on my sleeve and believe that people have the best of intentions. I see the good in people, even when they have shown me otherwise. I give out too many second chances, but it is only because I have hope. I have optimism, even in places where the past tells me I should have sculpted walls.
Yes, I am sensitive, but there is power in my sensitivity.
My sensitivity is what makes me the best gift-getter of all time. I pay attention to details. I know people and how to make them happy. I see people for who they are and I listen to them with my full heart.
My sensitivity is what makes me care. I care so deeply it hurts sometimes. I wish I could take everyone’s pain away and be the fixer of every bad situation in this world. I show up for my people. I care for strangers and for the beautiful souls I have yet to meet in this world. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to ease the pain of another, even if it means taking on more pain myself.
Because of my sensitivity, I am kind. Being sensitive means that I am very aware of how my words and actions affect other people, because the words and actions of others affect me so deeply. I think before I speak. I am quick to think of how a person may feel. I respect and accept people as themselves. I try to create a space of love around me.
Most of all, I am strong. Sensitivity is never a weakness. You don’t need to be heartless to be strong. There is strength in having the courage to feel. There is strength in letting yourself cry. Sensitive people are authentic people. Sensitive people are real, fully present in the spectrum of emotions that life will throw them. These are the qualities that can bring people together and make them feel seen. These are the qualities that make us human. These are the qualities that, when used at their full potential, have the power to change the world.