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Danni Levy's avatar

A proud founding member of The Sensitive Souls Club... I thank you for this Cibelle. I feel it all and wouldn't want it any other way. Love to you. xo

cibelle levi's avatar

ahhh! one of my people 🤍 a soft salute to you and to the beautiful work of feeling deeply in a world that rushes past its own heart. grateful you’re here, i think you’ll love some of the other reflections I’ve poured into this space!! xx

sexykelly's avatar

beautifully conveyed

Shayne Traviss's avatar

Manifesting Generator.

Luna's avatar

This is so relatable and well written <3

AsukaHotaru's avatar

This felt like being seen in slow motion, Cibelle. Every line landed somewhere familiar — that ache of sensing too much, and the quiet relief of remembering it’s also a gift. Thank you for turning tenderness into something that feels like home~

Ayush Kashyap's avatar

I think you just went through my inner thought processes with this one. You are so full of insights

The Mad Widow's avatar

I do feel like this is me.

cibelle levi's avatar

its a tender thing to recognize yourself in someone’s words, it means so much. i hope you enjoy the other little rooms i’ve written in too 🤍

Robert William Schlueter ✨'s avatar

This resonated deeply. There’s a rare clarity in the way you name sensitivity not as fragility, but as perception. It’s always meaningful to encounter a kindred soul who understands the cost and the gift of feeling everything. Thank you for putting words to what so many carry silently.

I AM a 3/5 Manifesting Generator.

Kristi's avatar

This is so beautifully written, I feel so seen, thank you for sharing this 🤍

Rose's avatar

I feel seen. Thank you for writing this with such compassion. 🩷🌹

Pragya's avatar

Being sensitive is a double edged sword. To be able to witness without absorbing, to sense with suffering is something we can only do when we return to our center, like you said. Wonderful read!

ThandoTalks's avatar

This was so beautiful! 🥺✨️🤍

Kelly Mielke's avatar

You articulate the intelligence of sensitivity — not a pathology, but a way of knowing.

The task isn’t to feel less; it’s to steward attention: to witness without absorbing, to care without custody.

When honoured and boundaried, depth stops being a wound and becomes a steady light.

O.'s avatar

beautifully written!