I am a very emotional person
Ever since I was a child, people always told me I was “too emotional”, I cried when I fell or when I got scared, I cried even when a movie or my favorite cartoon ended sadly. My siblings used to laugh and say that I cried about everything, but even while teasing me, they always hugged me and reminded me that they loved me. If one of my dogs looked sick or tired, I would sit next to them and probably cry. I consider that my heart react before my mind even understand why, and little by little, being emotional became part of who I was.
As I grew older, my emotions seemed to grow with me. In school, when my friends were sad, I felt their sadness as if it were my own and I could never ignore someone crying because it hurt me to see pain in others. Sometimes, I wished I could be colder and less sensitive because I saw people move on quickly from problems while I stayed thinking about everything. Movies still made me cry, especially stories about love, loss or dogs, and even songs could suddenly make me emotional without warning. My dogs remained of my biggest soft spots because they gave pure love, and whenever they got older or sick, I felt terrified of losing them one day.
There were moments when being emotional became exhausting, I cried during arguments, stressful days and moments when I felt misunderstood. Sometimes, I kept my feelings hidden because I did not want people to think I was weak, but hiding emotions only made everything feel heavier inside me. I learned that sensitive people usually carry emotions quietly for a long time, even when they smile on the outside. I noticed details that probably others ignored, like changes in someone’s voice or expressions and because of that, I cared deeply about the people around me. I always wanted everyone to feel loved, heard and protected. Even though being emotional hurt me many times it also made me compassionate and helped me understand people in a way that not everyone can.
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Over time, I stopped seeing my emotions as a problem, I realized that crying does not make someone weak or dramatic; it simply means they feel life intensely. My emotions helped me appreciate beautiful moments more deeply than before. A simple hug, a kind message, or time spent with my family and my dogs could mean everything to me. I learned that emotional people often love harder and care honestly also remember moments, words and feelings that others easily forget. Of course, there are still days when I cry over small things or when a touching movie suddenly break my heart, but now I understand that this sensitive is part of my personality and not something I should be ashamed of.
Today, I continue being the same emotional and sensitive person I was as a child, but now I accept it instead of fighting against it. I still care deeply about people, animals, memories and emotions. I still cry when life becomes overwhelming or when something touches my heart in a meagniful way. Sometimes, I cry from sadness, but other times, from love, gratitude or nostalgia. Being emotional taught me how important feelings truly are in humans life. Not everyone understand people like me and that’s okay because I no longer want to become colder just to fit. My emotions are proof that I love sincerely and feel genuinely and even if my heart feels heavy sometimes. it also allows me to experience the beautiful parts of life more intensely.
