“I used to believe that it was wrong of me, to be so sensitive. I would always feel everything, in it’s extremes. When I was sad, it was excruciating. When I was happy, I was uncontrollably joyful. When I was angry, I could feel my blood boil. And when I was unsure, I was completely hopeless. Everything I would ever feel, always felt overwhelming. Radiating off of my skin & consuming all the air around me. I used to question, why it was that I would feel so much. Emotions came in waves of “too much.” All of my life I questioned, whether this was a gift or a burden to feel too much. Too much, too much, too much. Staring into my own reflection, trying to pinpoint where it came from so maybe by facing it, I could finally make it all stop. But, if it were to all stop, who would I be then? To take away my sensitivity, is to take away the very core of myself. It would mean to take away my consciousness, my awareness, my intuitive nature of everything around me. It would be stripping away all of my empathy. It would mean to take away all colors I see the world in. It would take away my creativity, my individuality, my passions. You remove sensitivity from me, and I might as well cease to exist.”