I’m not overly sensitive, you’re just loud. I used to think there was something wrong with me.
Truly. I was that child who went quiet when things got too loud.
Who preferred playing with one friend rather than five.
Who got teary-eyed when someone else was hurting – even if they said, “I’m fine.”
I felt things… big. Deep. Sometimes, a bit too much.
Or at least, that’s what I believed back then. Kids often laughed at it.
Sometimes quietly, but usually out loud.
“You’re so sensitive.”
“Don’t be so dramatic.”, “Why are you so… weird?”
“”You need to be stronger or you won’t make it later in life.”
I’m not overly sensitive, you’re just loud.
So, I tried. Tried to toughen up. To feel a little less.
If other people could do it, why couldn’t I? But it didn’t work. Not even a little. Because what do you do when you’re born with an open heart and a nervous system that picks up everything?
About twenty years ago, I came across the word: HSP – Highly Sensitive Person.
And suddenly, all the puzzle pieces started to fall into place. I wasn’t weird.
I just experience things in my own way.
Not weaker. Not “too much.”
Just: more sensitive.
You are not too sensitive.
You are exactly right.
Noises
That means loud noises throw me off more easily.
That on a busy day, walking down a crowded shopping street can feel overwhelming.
Voices, smells, colors, all coming in at the same time. Like my brain has no filter. It means I can sense the energy in a room before anyone even speaks. But it also means I can be deeply moved by beauty. By a song, someone’s smile. By a kind conversation.
It means I can feel love all the way down to my toes. And that I truly listen, because I don’t just hear what you say, I hear what you don’t say.
Sensitivity is not a weakness, but a quiet kind of power
Yes, I’m highly sensitive.
And yes, I was bullied a lot when I was younger, because I was quiet, or because I got upset over something “small.”
But you know what? I wouldn’t change it. Not anymore.
Because this “too much” sensitivity…
It’s what makes me who I am.
It’s what allows me to experience the world in a certain way. Maybe more intensely, but also more gently.
More lovingly. More deeply. And that deserves to exist.
I’m not too much sensitive
So if you see yourself in this…
If you’ve ever thought, “Why does everything affect me so deeply?”
If you cry more easily, get overstimulated more quickly, but also get deeply moved by beauty and truth…Then I want you to know this: You are not too sensitive.
You are exactly right.
The world needs people like you. Like us. People who dare to feel.
Who stay soft in a world that can be hard. So keep feeling. Stay soft.
Because that’s not a weakness, it’s a strength that makes the world a little more beautiful.
To the empaths, the deep feelers and the gentle ones:
We are sensitive, not fragile.
We feel deeply, but that doesn’t make us weak.
You don’t need to change yourself for anyone. You only need to come home to the person you’ve always been. So if you’ve ever felt like you were “too much,”
too sensitive, too quiet, too intense.
Know this:
You simply have a finely tuned heart in a world that sometimes speaks too loudly.
Keep feeling. Stay soft.
