Never Apologize for being Sensitive πŸ˜”

Many people think that it’s obnoxious/awful/rude/offensive or a pain in the neck to be sensitive. I will own up to be known as ‘sensitive’. Yes, I’m sensitive β€οΈπŸ’œ.

My sensitivity makes me compassionate, makes me looks for solutions to help vulnerable people, and it activates my gift of caring for others causing it to increase rapidly as the needs of others unfold. Sensitive people believe that things can be better and we go all out to knock down walls just to set emotionally drained spirits free. Sensitive people fight for the rights of the helpless.   

Being sensitive is NOT a negative thing. It means you care much about everything and everyone.   

It’s difficult for a sensitive person to see suffering and walk right along. Sensitive people love deeply, they are very loyal, and they stick with you through good times and bad times. They are so loyal that even if the relationship is in danger, they will only give up if they are being pulled into the deep end. 

For my friend – I volunteered to be her voice to the medical staff and the social workers, I became her open eyes, her tender hands, and most of all – her strong protector. I was not going anywhere. I literally put my life on hold because I wanted to. 

On one of my visits to Princess Margaret Hospital the following picture caught my attention in the corridor of the hallway. I stood looking at the wall picture. I had to snap a picture of what I thought spoke 1000 words.

I saw a tree that may have once had beautiful thick branches and bright coloured leaves in its life. The kind of tree that draws everyone’s attention in the Fall Season. Now, remember that this snap shot was taken at Princess Margaret Hospital where my friend was gradually and gently being prepped to move on to a long term care facility  – next step into palliative care.

 Let’s get back to the picture of the tree…

The painted tree on the wall depicted brown leaves sparsely attached to very thin branches. 

Did you notice that the roots of the tree are missing? 😲. 

🀚🏾I confirm right now that I love God….Whenever I reach the end of my journey or at any intersections in my life, it’s important for me to know that my roots are rooted in God – visible for all to see. 

To some less observant person, she/he may have passed by this picture many times without noticing it was publicly displayed on the wall, or others may have simply see it as a beautiful picture of a tree. To me, it spoke 1000 words, it vividly reflected to me the final stage of one’s Life. 

Watching my friend’s weaknesses and moments of strengths made me see the tree in a different light.

The bark – which is the hard substance wrapped around a tree somehow appeared in this painting tender like a young plant. This familiar quote came back to me – “Once a man, twice a child” – it’s the reality of life when you face the final stage of life.

The leaves once beautifully adorning the tree, now looks brown with an appearance like it’s daily shedding leaves. My thoughts – “Sickness brings on pain. Pain brings on weaknesses that can be observed by the caregiver as movements of the body limbs give way to limited flexibility. Loved ones must be gently to the touch as the body is now aching with excruciating pain.” 

The branches that once looked chunky and difficult to break are now reduced to mere twigs. “Life is fragile. Handle with care. Strength is gone.”

Did you notice the tree does not have a top part? …. “Life takes a toll on the mind – therefore it’s important to be trustworthy and dependable to your loved one. You may have to carry the full weight.” This is the reality of life. Building friendships that share your life and understand your values are important. 

Today, we are strong and our roots are being nourished by love, healthy relationships, happy moments, full support of our inner circles of family and friends. But, we need to keep things in perspective, and that is – Life changes quickly for anyone. 

Self worth disintegrates as a result of sickness that comes suddenly without warning. Sooner rather than later, our limbs become weak. To the end, only the real relationships stay and hold your hands. It’s really about crossing bridges and closing the gaps together. It’s a lifetime commitment – for better or for worse.

We weren’t made to be lonely creatures, we need each other. Find your support group and keep on adjusting each other’s crown. Along yourself to forgive quickly and accept forgiveness from others. 

It would be great to go back and look at the painting of the tree one more time,  and take another moment to see if you can come up with your own life story. I trust you will see life with a new perspective -either as a caregiver or as someone needing to be gently cared for by a caregiver. 

Warning ⚠️: The next time someone tells you that you’re too sensitive – accept it as a compliment. Never apologize for being sensitive or emotional. It is a sign that you have a big heart. The world today needs lots of sensitive people in it. 

Thanks to my hubby who interprets my quietness in moments of my deepest, most painful thoughts, and unknowingly to me creates rays of sunshine to lead me out of those moments. Thanks babe for releasing me to be part of this unforgettable journey as I try to hold on and be strong for my friend. I love you πŸ’• 😘. 

4 thoughts on “Never Apologize for being Sensitive πŸ˜”

  1. Thank GOD that HIS grace is sufficient – for you, for her and for all her loved ones. Your presence in her life is evidence of GOD’s care.
    Blessings as you continue to minister.

    1. It is finished. She’s gone on to our Heavenly Father. There’s no more crying or weeping. No more sickness or pain. She’s in a better place. Oh what peace ❀️🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸❀️

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