The Worth Of Knowing

Feeling other’s feelings as your own.

Struggling to find where you and those you love begin and end.

Coping with disappointment from yourself and others when you come to terms with how low your capacity to do actually is.

Being embarrassed by how deeply you love.

Simple nostalgia making you feel like you’re on holy ground.

Touched out not coming close to describing how you feel on hard days when your every nerve cell feels fried, head dizzy, stomach nauseous, energy depleted.

Sensing truth before you can see it.

Feeling convictions so strongly your stomach threatens to turn you inside out if you don’t give them voice.

Confronting someone feeling ten times more vulnerable than being confronted.

Being aware that you’re the victim and accuser all at once.

Hating that you apologize for half made up offenses to abate conflict.

Feeling cornered by offenses – on one hand you’ve read into things too much, on the other you can’t unknow what you’ve sensed.

Bitterness ending up being the thing that could break you.

Seeking justice for others more quickly than you seek it for yourself.

Loving how intuitive you are and feeling too weak for the burden it comes with.