That quote comes from Emilie Autumn’s psychological thriller novel, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls.
I used it a few months ago in a post to describe Robin Williams and why, I think, he was in so much pain.
But I also think it’s true for me, and why I am in pain so much of the time.
Ten years ago, after reading Dr. Elaine Aron’s research on the highly sensitive person, I realized that I emerged from my mother’s womb without the extra layer of skin, the protective coat, most people are born with. Therefore I not only can intuit the emotions of someone else, but I feel them on a very deep level.
If someone I love is in pain, I am in pain as well. And this is especially the case with my sisters and my mom. All boundaries that I pretend to put up for friends in turmoil come crumbling down when it’s my sister who can’t eat because she’s so anxious.