iāve always been a crybaby, notoriously so. as the youngest child of four, it was a title i wore since quite literally the day i was born. every minor inconvenience would send hot tears streaming down my face and my heart would break fifteen times a day. it still does if iām being honest. two weeks ago my apartment flooded while i wasnāt home all day, and i had to call my landlord and explain what happened between heavy sobs and panicked hyperventilating. he chuckled at me, but came over to help quite quickly. i try not to beat myself up over it. itās a blessing to feel everything so intensely all the time. like yes, that cashier had a bit of a tone when she spoke to me and yeah, i will be thinking about what i did to deserve that for the next two days. but also, my sensitivity allows me to find beauty and meaning in the most mundane things every single day. i can see the sunlight breaking through the tree branches and write entire pages about how life is worth living again. iāve been moved by witnessing kind exchanges between strangers. when i was 17, my carās engine broke down and i didnāt have 4k to fix it. i loved that car and i sobbed so hard all day when i found out. but later that day, a stranger in front of me in line paid for my food and suddenly, just like that, i knew everything was going to work out for me.