I am sensitive to crowded places,
I am sensitive to people’s energy,
I am sensitive to loud music,
I am sometimes sensitive to celebrations too,
If you talk to me one on one,
I may sound alright to you,
If you talk to me in a room of people,
I may act and sound like the weirdest woman,
Coming back from the crowd,
I will beat myself up for being weird there,
I wonder, what is wrong with me?
What if there is nothing wrong with me?
What if my sensitivity is valid?
What if my feelings are valid?
What if my pain is valid?
What is my grief is valid?
Because you know what, hell it is!!
This week’s recommendations:
- . Very interesting perspective on people who just consume and the people who both produce and consume
Crevices by
. A simple and beautiful poem reminding you to convert your hardships into treasures by your soul’s lanternNature photos and tiny poems by
. A collection of lovely breathtaking photos and few poetic lines for each one
You are not alone Harneek!🫂
Hugs, you’re not the only one. I have several people close to me like this and it’s so tough. Wondering what’s wrong with you etc. I have other areas in my life where I ask the same question and wonder why I can’t just “get on with it”.
Thanks for your raw sharing xx