I can't watch the news. When I do, the sad stories wreck me for days.
Earlier last week, though, I read a sad article online. I carried unprocessed anxiety from it in my heart until Friday, when I came home from work and let the tears spill in front of Jason.
As I dried my eyes, I asked him, "Is there something wrong with me, that these stories discourage me so much?"
He hugged me and said, "No, it's just that you choose not to numb yourself from harsh realities with alcohol, shopping, food, or whatever else."
He gave me a kiss on the forehead and then went back to playing his Xbox.
I love him tons.
To any of my other "highly sensitive" friends who feel they are "too sensitive," I'm pretty sure the world needs your caring spirit.
May you keep your big hearts open and grieve when you need to.
"You've gotta feel it to get through it."
Originally posted on my Instagram account.
Journal pages pages in watercolor and gesso.