Living and breathing
in a fog of emotions
I probably cried every day of my childhood.
Yes! I was a very sensitive kid, and let’s be honest, I hated having boundaries pushed on me.
I was usually up for a good laugh at home if someone cracked a joke, even while I was in tears.
Guess what? My parents called me ‘‘the one that cries, the one that laughs”.
I was bursting and overflowing with emotions, and most of the time, I felt completely overwhelmed by them.
As a teenager, I had a break-up with a boyfriend.
I fell sick for months! Not because I cared for him but because from miles away, I was feeling the sadness he was experiencing thinking of me.
It was such a horrible experience which lasted for months, so I promised myself to never date someone who was in love with me when I wasn’t. (smiles)
I couldn’t tell the difference between what was coming from me and what was coming from others. When I was around furious people, I felt angry, and when I was around sad people, I felt sad.
My world was a whirlpool of emotions with no apparent limits. I eventually realized that I was too consciously connected to the collective unconscious then.