To whoever needs this—maybe that’s just me

To whoever needs this—maybe that’s just me:

My whole life, people have told me I’m too sensitive. That they have to walk on eggshells just to be around me.

That really fucking stings.

It’s something I’ve carried deeply, and it’s hard to sit with.

I cry a lot—over things other people don’t think are worth crying about.

But maybe what I have that they don’t is this:

I know that tonight, I’ll cry.

I’ll hurt.

I’ll struggle to do the things most people consider just… living.

I’ll wish I could tuck and roll right out of life.

But tomorrow?

Tomorrow I’ll wake up.

I’ll dust myself off.

I’ll probably cry some more.

And it’ll be a little lighter.

I’ll show my kids what it looks like to keep going when the sky feels like it’s falling.

I’ll show them how to feel their feelings and release them.

How to be strong and soft at the same time.

How to get through the turbulence—and if they crash, how to rebuild.

Because I know there are others like me—people who deserve a soft place to land when they don’t have the strength to fly.

And maybe I’m just writing into the void.

But if you’re out there: I see you.

You deserve to be loved without condition.

The world is already hard enough.

It’s time to lean into the softness.