For a long time I spent years trying to deny + hide my sensitivity. I never felt I was allowed space to cry, and was often made fun of or told I was “too sensitive.” I hated it about myself. I wanted to be stronger, less affected by the world and others. I wanted to blend in.
Today, my acute sensitivity is what allows me to connect through my craft of writing. I can extend empathy. I understand others in a deeper way. I also realize now that my sensitivity back then made others uncomfortable. They didn’t want to see me feel, because it made them feel. They didn’t want to discuss certain things, because it was easier to sweep it aside. They didn’t want to comfort me, because it scared them. They were taught to harden up quick, and they would teach this to me too.
Maybe for you, your mother never let you leave the house without looking “perfect,” so now you struggle with your physical appearance not measuring up. Her “put togetherness” has now become your problem.
Maybe for you, a teacher embarrassed you for being an A+ student, and you struggle with being a standout or doing better than others. The fear + guilt weighs you down.
Maybe for you, it’s something entirely different, but YOU know what it is.
Suppose it wasn’t ever about changing, but for once looking into WHO made us believe we needed to change in the first place??? When did you begin to mold + bend + shrink for the comfort of others?
You are called to be more than that old you. You have the power to reclaim where your energy goes. What if today you find a way to love + accept yourself, just as you are? ❤️