Sensitivity Is a Gift: How to Thrive with a Bleeding Heart


Woman with Heart

“You are not a mess. You are a feeling person in a messy world.” ~Glennon Doyle Melton

I can recall crying myself to sleep at night when I was a little girl. Not a loud bawl, more of a soft weep.

My mom would tuck me in goodnight and as soon as she turned the lights on her way out, I would be left with a feeling of fear and sadness. Not because I was afraid of the dark, but because I was afraid of my dark.

The thoughts that entered my mind that kept me from falling into a peaceful slumber as an elementary school kid were rife with pain and suffering.

Mom would say, “Think good thoughts, honey.” But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I was too affected by all the suffering I saw.

I cried for all the injustice in the world.

I cried for all the pain I couldn’t necessarily see but could sense in others.

I cried for the kids getting bullied at my school.

I cried for myself getting teased at school.

I cried because people died and I didn’t get why they had to.

Somewhere along the way I received the message that it wasn’t okay to cry, or feel anything other than fine. That it was somehow bad to feel emotion. That to be a good little girl, I had to conceal and go along.

The only problem wa…

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