I used to think it was a compliment when someone was described as sensitive. It meant they were in tune with the world. Possibly delicate. Sincere. Open. Vulnerable. These days I question that. Sometimes sensitive feels less like a good thing and more like a burden. Like walking through life carrying our own burdens and then all the weight of others on our backs. I like when I am able to cry at something moving. But I dislike the sheer […]
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