I used to think being too Sensitive - has been of the most difficult things in my Life. I used to feel strange that I felt things, that left every one else around me unaffected.
When I was little - I used to think there was something wrong with me.
And I was too afraid to share what I thought, so I would become quiet - and simply withdraw. Go sit in a corner. Dive into the World of Books, and just try and shut my feelings.
I became afraid of sharing my feelings. Or even writing them down.
I became a quiet observer.
A "Part" - yet Apart -From everything around me.
As if I was Looking at Life through a Widow. Outside - Looking in.
Not understanding what I was going through -
Maybe trying to Detach - by making a shell around myself;
Yet - So aware - of everything - and wanting to Be IN there.

And I carried this with me when I grew up.
It took a long time before I learned that it was okay to feel.
It was okay to feel sadness, to be afraid, lonely, to want a hug, to want to b