“I used to dislike being sensitive. I thought it made me weak. But take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am. You take away my conscience, my ability to empathize, my intuition, my creativity, my deep appreciation for the little things, my vivid inner life, my deep awareness of others’ pain, and my passion for it all.”
Sometimes I look at me & I don’t see beauty, I see pain, I see residue from trauma and a woman desperately seeking to find herself...then sometimes I look at me & I see a woman doing the DAMN THANG despite what life throws at her...& her, her I’d like to keep... 🅦