Hypersensitivity: My Constant Companion
“The lights are too bright, but if I turn them off, I’ll run into the wall.” “I’m so hungry, but if I eat something, I’ll surely regret it.” “The TV is too loud, but if I turn it off, the silence will scream.” “My head is splitting from pain, but if I rest, I fall behind on my work.” These are the thoughts that run through my mind multiple times a day. It can happen when I’ve been looking at my work computer for too long, or when I’m spending time with my friends, or even when I’m just lying in bed to enjoy Law and Order reruns; I’m hypersensitive. The brain can play tricks on you. Mental illness isn’t always loud, it is quiet and unrelenting. Hypersensitivity is NOT a mental illness, it’s just part of my wiring, it’s how God created me. My sensitivity allows me to have intense compassion and love for those around me. I just feel things, and I feel them deeply. While these are not bad things, my sensitivity makes my anxiety and depression even worse. Feeling