I still get very high and very low in life. Daily. But I’ve finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made. I don’t have to hide it and I don’t have to fix it.
I used to hate being sensitive. I thought it made me weak. But take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am.
You take away my conscience, my ability to empathize, my intuition, my creativity, my deep appreciation for the little things, my vivid inner life, my awareness of other people’s pain, and my passion for it all.
Being sensitive does not mean I am broken. And if you’re a sensitive person like me, I hope you realize that too.
