Through my entire existence, I have been labeled by others and self-identified as sensitive. I did not know I could change the oft unflattering connotations that this label has held for me. I have carried the burden of being so completely outside the norm that it broke me. It broke me hard.
Eventually, I realized that it does not matter if I am or am not sensitive. I am dropping this story as much as I can in as many ways possible. So what if I am? So what if you are? Let us look instead at where these false assumptions about ourselves lead us. If we stay stuck in the personal, if we stay married to the labels, then we miss the entire point.
Every single one of us is somehow ‘not enough’ or ‘too much’ or ‘too this’ or ‘too that’. If you want to spend your days in judgment determining what are acceptable levels of these traits in yourself and others, then this is your right. Maybe sometimes a little good will come from these judgments. In my experience, this is rarely the case. I believe labels and our judgments about them keep us looking outward where no solace can be found.
If you want to keep focusing outward, I hope you are able to at least consider the crosses you bear only hurt because you carry them.
Lay them down.