I’ve always been a home for a heart that simply cares too much.
I used to see this as a curse cause Lord knows I’ve been burned a fair amount of times.
I’ve spent nights pining over issues that weren’t mine.
But, I somehow still felt guilty for them.
I’ve tried to make people feel better by swallowing their pain inside me through heartfelt dialogue.
I’ve treated myself over and over again like a mental punching bag of sorts.
I’ve been abused but still said, it’s okay, I just need to be more understanding.
I would put to much weight on others opinions of me and then cater to them by changing myself.
In the past, I’ve let the wrong people in because my heart bled for them. Some of them turned around and just left me with a larger wound. I would shrug it off with a, I understand, you’re forgiven.
forgiveness and understanding were my best and worst friends.
I’m sure many more people have had these same things happen to them, experienced these same feelings. I’m sure they’ve felt discouraged, tired, and broken even.
As a fellow person who cares too much I’m here to say after years and years of falling prey to my gifts of loving and caring too much I’ve learned my lesson.
I’m here to tell you this.
Caring is not a curse.
Like anything else it can be overdone and undisciplined.
But, with time that can change.
If anything caring and loving too much is a gift.
you are capable of seeing a person beyond their past sins.
That is remarkable, especially since we are living in a world nowadays where all you are, are your past sins.
People who care too much don’t read the books by their covers.
They read them by their contents.
people who care too much don’t see a person, they see a heart, a soul, a past, and a present.
So, why don’t we give a hand to the people who care too much. They help us become more than what other people see, more than what we see.