30/03/2026
All my life, I’ve been judged and forced to change, to silence myself, or not to speak because of how sensitive I am. My parents and family were very successful in that. It took me many, many years to return to a place where I can safely stay sensitive among less sensitive people who will, again and again, judge me — because this happens all the time.
When I behave freely and openly, reacting to what’s present with my joyful way of being in the space, with what I’m saying, I’m being judged. After 40 years, I’ve learned how not to close myself off because of that reaction. But I still experience it, and I very rarely meet individuals who are sensitive too, or just open to a different way of being. And I really, really appreciate that. I appreciate them being themselves.
This is what I’ve been thinking about for the last few days — how being sensitive is really not understood in this reality. It’s hard to follow how fast things go, how much we consume, how much we do. For me, it’s a lot to digest, even in small doses.
So I’m not very successful in the realm of running after material possessions. I’m not. I’m just very successful at surviving this world.
