I’m not like a lot of other people.
For a long time I thought I was defective… broken somehow.
I didn’t seem to fit the mould. I looked different. I felt different. Other’s just didn’t seem to “get” me. I was strange.
I felt things more deeply than others seemed to. I was sensitive to everything. I knew what was going on in a room without another person having to speak a word.
Crowds made me sick.. (still do).
I hurt easily. What is water off a ducks back to others, can cut me to the core. But I’m working on that.
I’m gentle. I’m optimistic. I can see potential everywhere I look. I have a deep affinity for all creatures.
I abhor violence. And I scare easily.
I might not be like you.
But that’s OK.