Being too sensitive

is both a blessing and a curse. The whole night I've spend between lucidity and craziness. I killed a little pigeon yesterday by accident. It weighed into the scales of me being sane or not enormously. There are an awful lot of things that stress me out for years, for decades. I've told the two women that are dear to me that I'm losing it only recently. I come here to hide away at times. Been told here already by some when I was opening up to take my pills, but I don't really care about what people think. It's a constant struggle to keep sane. I told my last counselor most of the things that bother me, and she discontinued the sessions. It's not rational at times, and often silly, but there's still some sanity behind it all left. I'll try to hide again. Did that a lot when I was young. I'm not crazy but highly sensitive