There are days I wish the others come for a walk in my shoes to understand what happens when I do not feel when I 'm happy or when I'm angry.
Me I'm able to make space for others to understand is that I feel're no problem, but as usual when I help another I forget the most important person: me and without realizing I'm currently drowning myself.
People really like this quality, I'm altruistic, I like helping others for the simple reason that I feel better, at least I did something useful and my emptiness is full for a while.
When I'm happy and I get good news in a second erased all my worries and I'm not just happy, happiness is very intense, but it is also the case when I'm sad or angry Is intense and I know there is the problem, the intensity of feelings, love or I hate, it is black or white and I am very conscious that this can really irritate the other .
Most of the time I arrive very well to keep control, but like everyone else but I have limits, but are miles of endurance that you can normally endure. It's like if you put your hands on the stove, you feel the pain and remove your hand, in my case the hand can be very long before I realize that it hurts.
I'd love to be clearer, so I'd like you to be in my skin within three seconds, to know what is being hypersensitive. I'm aware of that, not for nothing that I see a shrink for some months, because last year I made a unexpected surprise, a diagnosis more than I did not need in my life.
Today, I go out of the closet I'm TPL, as Marie-Sissi Labreche and lots of other people who are silent because they were really afraid of what others will say, will in thought and Some reject you, then you very intolerant of abandonment.
I've never hidden anything, I would not start today, I'm like everyone else, put except that I feel everything more intensely and that black and white are the colors of my life yet.
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