Some people walk through life untouched by its heaviness. They shake off unkind words, move past disappointments, and carry on without hesitation. But not me.
I feel everything.
And I don’t mean just the good things—the laughter, the love, the fleeting moments of joy. I feel the weight of every glance, every silence, every shift in the air. The emotions of others become my own, the unspoken tension in a room presses against my chest, and even the smallest heartbreak lingers long after it should.
I wish I could choose what to feel. I wish I could filter out the pain, let the joy take up more space, silence the overthinking that never seems to stop. But I can’t. And it hurts.
The Pain of Being Misunderstood
People think I’m insecure.
They assume I’m afraid.
They believe I don’t think I’m good enough.
But I am none of those things.
I am not weak—I just feel deeply.
I am not fragile—I just carry emotions that others let slip through their fingers.
I am not broken—I just live in a world that does not know what to do with someone who feels this much.
It’s painful to be misunderstood, to be labeled by emotions I never asked for. To be told to "stop overthinking," as if it were that simple. To be told I’m "too sensitive," as if feeling deeply is something to be ashamed of.
I watch others move effortlessly through life, brushing off the things that weigh me down. I wonder what it’s like to exist without analyzing every conversation, without holding onto words long after they’ve been spoken.
I envy those who don’t carry their emotions like baggage they can’t put down.
The Strength in Feeling Everything
And yet, for all the pain, for all the moments when I wish I could turn it off, I remind myself of one thing:
Feeling deeply is not a weakness.
Because for every moment of pain, I also love with a depth that others may never know. I care in ways that can’t be measured. I notice things—small things—that others overlook. I see the world in color when so many only see it in black and white.
Yes, my heart holds pain.
But it also holds love, empathy, and understanding.
And even on the days when it feels too heavy, when the weight of feeling too much threatens to break me, I remind myself:
I am still here.
I have carried this heart through every storm, every heartbreak, every silent ache that no one else could see.
And maybe—just maybe—that means I am stronger than I think.