When I was a child, I had no idea what was happening to me and why I would cry at the drop of a hat one day and leap into the sunshine the next. I worried that it was a mental illness, since we had a family history of same. Sometimes I blamed myself for not doing – God knows what -to be a “normal human being.”
I know now that I am a “normal human being,” whatever that really means. And some days, I am just highly sensitive.