The word

I'm definitely not in a writing mood. I feel out of practice, and like I might be pretty crappy right now. I always feel good after physical activity. I told my sister to hit the ball and think of something that made her really angry. Embarrassingly, I found myself hitting the ball over and over with quite a bit of gusto, shrieking and yelling the whole time. I want to do what I was put on this earth to do. To communicate, and I feel as if I have no voice. Until now I haven't thought of my sensitivity as something that could help propel me into success, just a problem holding me back. It's given it so many different names: anxiety, depression, ocd, social anixety. At times, it's possible that it propelled into actual disorder because I didn't know how to manage it. But deep down I knew it was this “thing.” Sensitivity. I still don't fully like the word. I know it's the single most defining factor about me, and that scares the hell out of me.