The Unseen Wound

Sensitivity is a malignant disease a sickness that cannot be detected by a doctor, nor can it be cured by modern medicine. It doesn’t invade the body like a flu or infect the bloodstream like a virus. No blood tests can detect its presence, no X-rays can reveal its damage, but those who suffer from it feel it in every waking moment of their lives. If there was a machine capable of peering into the soul, it would reveal that more people are plagued by this condition than by any physical illness.

What would happen if sensitivity were contagious? What if it could be transmitted by a simple touch, by spending time with someone, or by sharing a meal together? What if one could catch sensitivity by looking into another’s eyes, feeling their pain, or tasting their sorrow? In such a world, empathy would reign supreme. People would understand each other on a level beyond words, seeing not only the surface but the hearts of those around them. The world would no longer be a place of individualism and indifference, but a paradise of shared experiences, compassion, and deep connections.

But this is not the world we live in.

In reality, sensitivity is not contagious. It only affects those whose hearts are tender, whose souls are awake, and whose consciences are alive. It consumes them siphoning away their peace, leaving them exposed to the harshness of the world. Those who are sensitive often live for others but die inside. They wake up in the middle of the night, thinking of others' problems. They sacrifice their own happiness and comfort for someone else’s peace. Yet, despite all their efforts, they are often met with misunderstanding, mockery, rejection, or worse, loneliness.

The sensitive ones don’t shout their suffering from the rooftops. They don’t demand attention or sympathy. Instead, they grow silent. They realize that, while there are ears to hear, there are few hearts capable of truly understanding. Only those who are infected with the same disease can comprehend the depths of their pain, their love, and their sacrifice. The rest measure them by logic and convenience. They expect responses to fit their needs, not realizing that sensitivity is not about giving but about truly feeling.

Over time, those who are sensitive may try to protect themselves from the emotional overload. They may try to harden their hearts, to bury their feelings, to pretend they don’t care. But the more they try to suppress their emotions, the more they are crushed by them. Sensitivity, once awakened, cannot be turned off. It sees what others overlook. It hears the unspoken words. It understands the unacknowledged pain in the silence. It feels the sorrow hidden behind smiles and the lies covered by laughter.

This disease also reveals the harsh truth about the world and the people in it. It turns sensitive individuals into mirrors. They see through the masks that others wear the fake smiles, the empty promises, the selfish motives. This is perhaps the most painful aspect of the illness: the realization that those they trusted, those they loved, were never truly there for them. The betrayal of a friend, the indifference of a spouse, the selfishness of family members—they are all exposed. And this revelation shakes the very foundations of the heart.

The sensitive are often left alone not because there are no people around them, but because no one truly understands them. They speak to the world in words, but their emotions remain misunderstood. They perform their duties, smile in social gatherings, and pretend to be fine but inside, they are dying. Their existence feels like a constant battle, a struggle to stay afloat in a sea of indifference.

At times, they may wonder: what would life be like if they too could become numb to the suffering around them? What if they could turn off their emotions, care only for themselves, and live without worrying about the pain of others? Perhaps they would be happier. But sensitivity doesn’t allow this. It is a force of nature, a fire that cannot be quenched. It forces them to react, to feel, to care.

The sensitive ones are often misunderstood. The world tells them they are weak, overly emotional, or too dramatic. But in truth, they are the strongest among us. They carry the weight of the world on their shoulders, without ever asking for recognition. They love without conditions, give without expecting anything in return, and sacrifice without regret. They are the ones who stand with others when no one else will. They are the ones who offer comfort when the world turns its back. They are the ones who see the humanity in everyone, even when no one else does.

Yes, the world mocks them. It calls them foolish for caring too much, for feeling too deeply. But in the end, it is these very people who achieve true success. It is not the success defined by wealth or fame, but the success of knowing that they made a difference in someone’s life, that they loved without measure, and that they stayed true to themselves, no matter the cost.

A sensitive person may not succeed by the world’s standards, but in the court of conscience, they are always victorious.

So, if you feel the weight of the world on your shoulders, if you carry the pain of others in your heart, if the suffering of the world keeps you awake at night, do not consider yourself unfortunate. You are not cursed. You are blessed.

Because sensitivity, as difficult as it may be, is the very essence of what it means to be human. It connects us to the divine, to the core of our shared humanity. It is the ability to feel someone’s pain, to rejoice in their joy, to love without expectation, and to give without thought of return. It is the ability to understand the suffering of the world without becoming hardened by it.

The world needs people like you. It needs people who care, who love, who give without expecting anything in return. It needs people who can soften the harshness of life with their presence, who can make the world a little more bearable with their empathy.

This disease may seem like a curse, but in reality, it is the purest symbol of humanity. It is what makes us different from the animals. It is what makes us divine.

So, if you are sensitive, if you feel the weight of the world, if you carry the burdens of others in your heart know that you are not alone. You are not broken. You are not weak. You are a reminder to the world of what it means to truly feel, to truly care, and to truly love.

You are the heart of humanity. And for that, you are truly blessed.