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What you might not see about suicide: an essay from a highly sensitive survivor
Suicides won’t stop happening solely because you commit to reach out more to your family or friends. They won’t, because they happen when you’re in the middle of cooking dinner, or when you’re sound asleep. They happen when you’re laughing hysterically at a tiktok, or calling to check in with your mom. They happen when everything is seemingly okay. After all, most of the time it is, except for those few minutes in which it is shockingly not.
And this is what I think many people don’t understand about highly sensitives and their mental health, especially lately.
not all are meant to hear me
And it’s a poem you’ll never hear, because you can’t hear it with your ears. It is in the way my eyes wander into yours and notice the way that you speak, and the emotions you express. It’s in your little nuances that I learn the beauty of who you are, every sound of word, every body movement, even in the moments where it seems like nothing is happening.
