A day in the life of a sensitive.

Confession: I am a sensitive.

2.	responsive to or aware of feelings, moods, reactions, etc

 I feel more comfortable admitting this now that my mom realizes she is also one. When I was younger, I used to tell her things I saw and felt, and she never believed me and even made fun of me.

My mom and I have connected on a much deeper level recently, and we have both started to delve into sensitivity a little more. I have always known things that others had no idea that I knew, or they questioned how I could know these things. I take in everything around me and I’m very good at reading people. I can usually tell what someone is thinking or feeling just by their body language or an expression on their face. The only problem with being a sensitive, is that in itself, you ARE sensitive. You tend to take what everybody’s feeling and turn it against yourself. Sometimes it can be about you, but nine times out of ten, it’s not. I feel awful that I’m always asking people if they’re mad at me or upset with something I said or did. This is something I want to look into more in the sensitive world… something I want to learn to control. I want to have more power over my own emotions, instead of just feeling everyone elses. I think this is a part of why I haven’t been able to really be me. Because I’m so busy caring about others, and taking their emotions and making them mine. I need to learn how to let go of that and allow myself to just be happy. But, being a sensitive is a great and powerful gift. I feel like I have already helped a lot of people (those who have allowed me to, I don’t step in unless I feel ‘invited’). Anyway, I used to lead myself into a lot of bad directions, and sensitives are known to do that… but I have learned to always go with my GUT INSTINCT if something is telling me it’s wrong… and I just hope that will continue to lead me down the right path.

That’s all I have for tonight. 🙂