I am hypersensitive, feeling both pleasure and pain more vividly than most. Creativity, for me, is not just a passion; it is my salvation. My mind, prone to overthinking, demands an outlet. Without the act of creation—without writing, without movement—anxiety would consume me, leaving no space for peace. Each day, I am compelled to write, to workout, to quiet the storm within. My gift is a double-edged blade, a blessing that teeters on the edge of a curse, unless I set it free from my mind.