I’m someone who feels everything very deeply, and for as long as I can remember, that’s been a huge problem for me. It took me a long time to understand that not everyone feels the way I do, and I often felt out of place—mainly because there are very simple things that tend to move me, but to everyone else, they’re just that: simple things.
This somehow led me to stop showing my feelings to others, because since they didn’t understand them, I feared being harshly judged as over-the-top or too sensitive. In the long run, this only hurt me for two reasons. First, because I was, in a way, repressing who I am, and second, because I wasn’t allowing anyone to know the depth of my feelings.
Even if people make hurtful comments or judge you harshly just for being yourself, who I am and what I feel is okay. There’s nothing wrong with the way I see life, with shedding tears, or with feeling things too deeply—even if people ask me if I’m crazy. And if I find myself in a situation where others think—or even say—that I’m not right, I no longer waste my energy trying to explain, justify, or prove why I am the way I am and that I have the right to be that way.
I’ve come to the conclusion that explaining that I’m a sensitive person or trying to make others understand that I feel things differently—much more intensely—is pointless if the other person doesn’t want to understand or doesn’t know how to understand. So I decided that being myself is what I must do—expressing what I feel and letting it all out if I need to—because I don’t have to prove that I’m a “normal” person, and after all, who is
We often believe that in order for others to love us, we have to be like everyone else. If there’s something about us that could be criticized, we hide it until the very end so we won’t be judged, but in the end, the people who love us also love us for these things that are part of our essence—and for me, there’s nothing that’s more a part of my essence than the way I feel.
Of course, I would have liked to have learned this much sooner, back when feeling misunderstood was also a reason to cry. Even so, it had to happen this way so that I could learn everything I know now and make the decision not to try to explain to everyone who I am or how I feel—because that’s really exhausting. In the end, those who love you will make an effort to get to know you and will understand.
Now I need to focus on the fact that this part of me—which sometimes does make me uncomfortable—also allows me to perceive the world in a rather beautiful way, because small things become big, and they move me so deeply that they bring tears to my eyes—but tears of joy. In the end, rather than a flaw that torments me and baffles others, I have to say that I have a superpower: the ability to let life’s simple things—like a beautiful sunrise or the tenderness of an animal—fill me with love and joy.
-Content entirely of my authorship and inspiration. -Original text in Spanish, translated at DeepL. -Personal photographs, taken with my Huawei p30 Lite Phone. -Banners designed in Canva Pro.
