14/07/2025
For years, I didn’t dare tell anyone about the way I felt everything so deeply.
The way I could sense an unspoken sadness, the shift in someone’s energy, the silent heaviness in a room. I thought it made me too much — too emotional, too anxious, too sensitive for this world.
I learned to hide it, to quiet that inner knowing. But it never really went away.
When I look at this tree, I see a mirror of my own inner world. Deep roots reaching far below the surface, unseen but strong. A wide canopy, open to everything — catching the light, the wind, the rain. Always receiving, always holding.
Like this tree, I take in so much. I stand strong and grounded for others, even when my own branches feel heavy. But I’m learning — slowly, gently — that I can’t keep giving if I don’t protect my roots.
It’s still a struggle when I forget my boundaries, when I let other people’s storms shake me too deeply. I feel it in my body, in my breath, in the restless nights.
But I’m learning that my sensitivity and intuition aren’t flaws; they are gifts. They allow me to see and love people in ways words can’t describe. And they also remind me to return to my own center, to root myself before I open my branches again.
If you feel everything deeply too — if you carry the world in your chest — please remember: you’re not alone. You are strong like this tree, but you also deserve to protect your own energy and stand tall for yourself first.
