“I think I might be a bit mentally disabled.” “Disabled, eh? Really?” "Yes, because the others grow up, become acquainted with death, love, and how life is in general. They accept it, and cohabit peacefully with everything. Not me. I cannot get used to it. Every day I am born all over again, and start learning from scratch. Every night it’s as if I were dying, to be reborn in the morning. I suffer from insomnia, maybe that’s why. Your colleague yesterday spoke of the alphabet and the ways they teach us at a young age to interpret things. How do we consider someone unable to learn the alphabet? They’re disabled, I say...” EmpathyMental HealthSensitivityLife MeaningHighly Sensitive Person Book:Tutto chiede salvezza Source: Tutto chiede salvezza