The hard shell that protects me is no longer there. When I say I am sensitive I mean the emotion of hurt is easily triggered. When people have attitudes or say hurtful things I personalize them. When one person can say who cares what they say, I take things to the heart. Tears are my coping skills. Tears are my healing. People say stop being so sensitive but what I hear is stop being you. Some people are thinkers. I’m a feeler. I ask myself why can’t I be a little harder, but I know I am who I am. Maybe everyone is sensitive but through life’s hardship have learned to put a shield up. As for me, every emotion shows no matter if it’s happy, sad, anger or excitement. Is it so bad to be sensitive? In this wicked world probably! When I was on the outside I did not feel because of the drugs. I guess it’s taking years to learn how to deal with my emotions without everyone else seeing them. Others may see weakness in my tears, but there is strength behind each one!