
Sensitivity and Overthinking. These two qualities are deep in the cells in my body and way of being. They are not only my biggest struggles. They are also my truly greatest strengths.
They do not always fit nicely in a βcontained & performative culture.β
If I wanted to stop feeling or stop over-and-expansively-and-excessively thinking, I could not. No more than I could change the color of my eyes.
Life certainly would be easier and βhappierβ if I werenβt so sensitive. And Iβm sensitive because my mind and senses see sooooo much. You have heard the saying, βIgnorance is bliss.β
Seeing and caring, and feeling come with some burdens. Some days those feel heavy, and on my worst days, I admit to entertaining hopelessness.
Perhaps I donβt run around with a shit-eating grin, kind of bliss in life. But I do live in a different kind of bliss.

I live in the bliss of welcoming (as much as I can) all parts of me. I live in the bliss of living to the wild edges of being human.
Less and less self-shame and self-judgment every day. Only my judgment of myself or others makes me miserable. Iβm building the skills and mental muscle memory of seeing myself and the world with compassion.
Instead of trying to fix my sensitivities and the burdens I take on feeling the heaviness of the world, instead of hardening my heart and deciding not to care (Iβve considered this a lot lately), Iβm choosing compassion. Again and again.
I choose compassion for my sensitive and overthinking being. I choose calm presence with these parts of me.
I am no longer trying to βbe enlightenedβ as a means of escaping my humanness. Instead, Iβm turning toward my humanness with compassion.
If you think and feel deeply, if you sometimes feel you βcare too much,β and if sometimes wish you didnβt give a shit because youβd βbe happier and lighter,β I see you. I feel you.
Youβve done nothing wrong. Your concerns are valid. And you are not alone.
