Being an Empath

A few years ago, I was gutted and woke every morning ready for tears wondering why on earth I was so sensitive. I don’t deal well with sensitivity, it seemed like a sign of weakness, like holes in my insides, a barrier preventing me from succeeding, lest I trip up and damage my poor fragile soul along the way. Being sensitive, it’s like a big old empathy cloak, to lift someone else’s spirits. Maybe it takes you one step further, those little bursts of humanity that warm the steeliest of hearts. I once heard, people feel the pain of others, and subsequently the rest of the world. Sensitivity has been linked to creativity, a heightened perception of the world around us. Sensitivity can breed strength. Maybe I can handle more than I give myself credit for.