The bad part about being so sensitive

You grieve more deeply.

You hurt more profoundly.

You can’t force yourself to ignore the thoughts that bring you pain.

Songs like this creep into your head keeping you in pain

Live Like You Were Dying

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5 Responses to The bad part about being so sensitive

  1. Heather says:

    Amen sister. 🙂

  2. raisingsmartgirls says:


  3. Have you ever come across this poem by Pearl Buck? I think it says it well (if you change the pronoun to “her”:

    The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this:
    A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive.

    To him…

    a touch is a blow,
a sound is a noise,
a misfortune is a tragedy,
a joy is an ecstasy,
a friend is a lover,

    a lover is a god,

    and failure is death.

    – Pearl Buck

  4. raisingsmartgirls says:

    SwitchedOnMom –

    Welcome (back)!

    No, I have not seen this poem before. What a beautiful and accurate expression of what it’s like to be this sensitive.

    This one is definitely a keeper.

    Thank you for sharing it with me.

  5. raisingsmartgirls says:

    Oh, and for some reason, I don’t get hung up on him/her pronouns. I’ve always identified fairly equally with both the masculine and the feminine, and leaves me feeling rather removed from gender identity issues.

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