The One Who Feels Too Much

Hey. You.

The one who cries during commercials. Who can’t walk past a stranger in pain without feeling it in your own chest. The one who stays up too late replaying conversations, wondering if you said the wrong thing. Who loves like a flood and breaks like glass and still—still—gets up the next day and does it all over again.

I know you're tired.

I know you're tired of being told you're too sensitive, too emotional, too much. As if feeling deeply is some moral failing. As if caring is a weakness instead of the rawest kind of strength.

You’ve been told to grow thicker skin. To lighten up. To let things go. But no one ever tells you how. They just say it like it’s a light switch you haven’t found yet. Like you’re choosing this ache. Like if you wanted to, you could just stop caring so fucking much.

But you’ve tried. God, I know you’ve tried.

You’ve built walls. You've shut down. You’ve pretended not to care, let the texts go unanswered, laughed things off that shattered you. You’ve gotten so good at hiding it that even your friends think you’re doing fine. You say “I’m just tired” instead of “I’m unraveling.” You say “it’s no big deal” instead of “it broke something in me.”

But the truth is, you were never built to feel halfway. You’re the kind of person who dives in. Who stays. Who sees through the cracks and calls it beautiful. Who holds other people’s sorrow like it’s your own because, in some ways, it is. Because your heart doesn’t understand the difference between mine and yours.

And maybe that’s what scares you.

That this world doesn’t make room for people like you. That it’ll chew you up and spit you out while rewarding the ones who stay detached. That if you don’t find a way to numb out, you’ll burn out. That if you keep letting it all in, you’ll drown.

But listen—please—just for a second.

The way you feel? It’s not wrong. It’s not broken. It’s not a problem to fix. It’s the most human thing about you. The tenderness you carry is not a liability. It’s proof you’re still alive in a world that keeps trying to convince you not to be.

And no, this letter won’t solve it. It won’t stop the overwhelm. It won’t quiet the ache. But maybe it’ll remind you that you’re not alone. That there are others like you, quietly falling apart in bathroom stalls and holding the world a little too tightly in their chests.

So cry when you need to. Feel the damn thing. All the way through. Don't apologize for your heart. Don't flatten your spirit to make others comfortable. Don't let anyone shame you for loving loudly, for grieving slowly, for giving a shit.

We need people like you. Even if the world doesn’t always say it out loud.

You're not too much. You're just enough. And you’re not alone.

Me too.

With love,

Ramona Magyih

Founder of Startsera.com