I'm this way

I'm very sensitive and emotional. Some might see this as an handicap. I quite agree but it's who I am. When I love I do that with my entire being, I'm afraid. So much so that I'll probably die from this illness. Nothing can be done. I struggle onwards. My body, my looks are gone. I don't mind, but I hate being like this. Anything emotional somehow feels like a series of terrorist bombings, one after the other. People tell me that the cause of my distress is stress. I actually disagree with that. There are plenty of people who know how to press my buttons. One of them being my boss who tells me off for not correctly sequencing my work. I finish it within time so what's the problem? No, I overthink things but there are indeed people in my life now that just torment me. There's afterall no better enjoyment for them than to trouble someone else's life. I don't hate, but I do pray that everything will finally settle down again for myself.