I have always believed I was defective, broken, not enough of so much and way too much of the rest. what is wrong with you? too sensitive? get over it. smile at people, hug them. they didn’t mean it. do you think I’m going to change how I talk to you because you’re so ‘sensitive’? I’ve heard it all. Let me be honest. It was never my choice to be ‘sensitive’ and I’m pretty sure I hated being sensitive much more than others were annoyed by my tears and angst. I was just always more comfortable lost in a book wandering around middle earth with the hobbits, or hanging with Nancy and Ned Nickerson. Where other kids may have wanted to go out constantly, it was torture for me. NYC was a hub of strong scents, feelings and interactions. Felt very abrasive to the thin skinned little girl that I was.
To life as a runaway on the streets of NYC
Then as a battered wife with three small babies <all in pampers at the same time> in a strange state, isolated…
(have to laugh) what a journey. I watched the documentary “Sensitive – the untold story” today, nodding my head, examining how I’ve treated others, who might have been sensitive as well. We’re taught by the collective that being sensitive is a weakness, something that has to be trained, beat or berated out of us. Research shows that sensitives when properly cared for (be it self-care or parental etc.) exceed crazy expectations of achievement and creativity.
Well then… I firmly believe the only way to eradicate ignorance, be it abuse, mental health issues, what’s going on in our schools, violence … everything that is amiss in our world is to first FREELY WITHOUT SHAME OR BLAME dialogue about it. To have the deep, sometimes uncomfortably raw conversations.
I cannot force anyone to feel the same way. I cannot do anything except self-care like a G and shine my light as brightly as possible. I’m a lighthouse, a beacon and those who feel my frequency will come.
Are you ‘too’ sensitive?
Can you relate??
We #rise together!!!!