Whenever I imagine my truest self, I picture someone who overthinks a lot, cries when happy and cries when sad.

This reminds me of when one of our docs shouted at me with dets we spare to share. I cried so much and hardly convinced myself that, it shouldn’t affect me anymore considering I’m doing nursing for a decade already.

Being highly sensitive is my trait and it is my weakness as much as my strength. Weakness in the sense that I often put others demands first before mine and ends up saying yes all the time and no matter how hard I try to put up boundaries, they are still being crossed. In the case of the latter, it is my gentle power, I can deeply analyze everything and I can feel what you feel. It might not be 100% accurate, but I’m pretty sure I will know. I might don’t have steel elbows but I keep the condition balance for the people who say no and outspoken.

There are so many instances that I am told to toughen up, you’re an adult, be a b*, say no, etc etc. Those pieces of advice in addition to being too emotional made me think something is wrong with me. Then I started reading about it to understand it better. Of course, the world is still painful sometimes. But I don’t believe you need to be sensitive to care.

I am essentially born to be mild and would love to take your hand to make the world gentler.