I’ve always known I’m not like most people. I feel things on a level that’s hard to explain. It’s not just experiencing emotions—it’s living in them, breathing them in, and letting them shape me. When I hear music, I don’t just listen; I absorb the lyrics, let the melodies crawl into the corners of my mind, and feel every word as if it’s my own story.
People sometimes say I’m too sensitive, too intense. Maybe they’re right. I won’t deny that I care deeply about the things I believe in, and I’ll stand firm in those beliefs, even if it means standing alone. And when someone wrongs me, it hurts. I don’t always forgive easily, and I’m guilty of holding onto that pain longer than I should. Anger and resentment have a way of taking root, but I’m learning. I’m trying to let go, to release what no longer serves me.
It’s not easy being this connected to my emotions and to others. I can feel the weight of someone else’s pain as if it’s my own, and there have been moments when I wished I didn’t. It can feel like too much, carrying not just my burdens but also the invisible struggles of those around me.
But over time, I’ve realized something: feeling deeply isn’t a curse—it’s a gift. To go through life experiencing everything so vividly is a privilege. Not everyone gets to feel this way, and one day, none of us will feel anything at all.
When that day comes, I want to know that I lived a full, raw, and authentic life. I want to know I felt the joy of love, the sting of heartbreak, the ache of loss, the thrill of hope, and the quiet moments in between.
Feeling everything means I’m truly alive. It’s not always easy, but it’s real. And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.
🫰🥰🫖 JustRealTea
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