My Sensitivity Is My Superpower

My sensitivity is my superpower.

I used to hate it. I used to hate feeling different. Seeing things different.

It always felt like such a burden. Sometimes it made me feel like I was crazy. For a long time I felt like something was terribly wrong with me.

My sensitivity made me feel lonely. Too different. Too much to belong anywhere.

I used to feel weak. Too soft. Too sensitive. Too emotional.

My sensitivity is my superpower. I wield it like a sword.

My sensitivity is my shield. My sword of discernment.

Both my weapon and my protection.

My sensitivity is my super power.

Its what allows me to hear music deeply and profoundly, with my whole body.

It allows me to experience music, not just hear it.

Its what allows me to hear music in layers, and see the patterns most people do not hear.

Its what allows me to feel childlike joy at the smallest things, no matter how far I age.

Its what keeps me relatable to my children as a mother.

My sensitivity is my superpower.

Its what allows me to merge, body mind and soul with my beloved.

If we not making waves in multiple dimensions when we fuckin - I don't want it.

Its what teaches me that life - and people are not black and white.

Its what allows me to perceive the unseen, and all the hues in the in between.

Its the reason why I cry when I see a rainbow, and when fish come to join me for a swim in the ocean.

Its the reason why butterflies land on me and babies stare at me and strangers tell me their life stories.

My sensitivity is my superpower.

Its what allows me to combine logic and intuition to conjure pretty accurate predictions.

They call it pattern recognition. Some say its the 'tism.

My sensitivity is my superpower.

Its the reason why I can turn my painful moments into the most beautiful art.

Its the reason why my heart remains pure and precious, despite all the horrors of the world.

Its what keeps me lucid in this world that wants war, violence, theft and abuse normalized.

Its what allows me to witness the earth's cries.

(without wanting to run away - without being overwhelmed by her pain)

Its what allows me to weep with the earth

Weep and scream and feel the rage & call out all the injustices that mother's mother's mothers could not utter.

Its the reason why I can see and hear and feel gods love in literally everything.

Even in the most terrifying and painful of moments.

Omnipresent, omnipotent.

love.

My sensitivity is a gift.

A gift of tremendous empathy, I cry when fictional characters suffer in movies, why I cringe at myself when I feel like I "have to" kill a bug.

Its the reason why I can't watch the news, why I won't watch horror films or crime documentaries.

Why I can tell every single time when someone lies to me.

Whether by omission, contradiction, I sense your lack of honesty like honey to a bee.

It gets real sticky when you play games with me.

Its the reason why folks envy me, hate me, wish me harm without logic.

Its the reason why they cannot pretend around me. I have access to what they do not.

I am a beacon in the dark, flames to a moth.

Its the reason why I am divinely protected by the most high, despite everything that has tried to end me and corrupt me.

My sensitivity is my superpower, a direct line to things bigger and above me.

I serve the most high most humbly.

In ancient times, in many tribes and civilizations, the sensitive ones were highly regarded members of society. They were the wise women, the medicine people, the healers, the midwives, the philosophers and the alchemists, the inventors and the adventurers, the magicians and the mystics, the priests and the priestesses. They were the Keepers of things most sacred.

In modern days, were othered. We're rejected, labeled as mentally ill. In modern days the sensitive ones are called autistic and hyper active, easily distracted. Bi-polar. Anxious and depressive. Schizophrenic. In modern days, our sensitivities are pathologized as diseases, instead of gifts that need specific guidance and initiation. We do not submission and medication.

Maybe just to force us to fit in this world.

The thing is - I'd rather die than numb myself, shrink myself to make myself "fit" into the rules and expectations of this society. I am not too much. I am not sick or broken. This world is sick. And I refuse to submit. I prefer to resist.

My sensitivity is what embodies me as a human being. That is a privilege that I honor by protecting it fiercely.

And you should too.

For anyone else who has ever been made to feel like they're too much, too sensitive, too "needy" too loud, too curious, too bossy, too too too too...... You're not. There's nothing wrong with you.

You are not broken.

You don't need to be fixed.

You don't need to shrink yourself to make other folks comfortable.

You need to be around folks who aren't small.

You don't need to submit.

You only need to practice surrendering.

You only need guidance.

You only need to find balance.

You are perfectly made, and exactly what this world needs.

You are loved. Your sensitivity is a superpower. A gift. Don't let this bitter world make your gift feel like a burden.

Make them handle it. Make them rise to meet you.

By any means necessary.

Signed, The Alchemist, The5, The OA