I am a sensitive person. I pick up on other people's expressions and tone of voice easily. To protect myself from getting hurt, I would censor myself, trying to fit other people's standards, tendencies, and values. In doing so, my sense of self became blurry, and the inner world where "I" was missing always felt empty and confused. I felt like a stranger — to others, and to myself.
This kept happening over and over, and it made me feel how empty life could be. Everything started to feel pointless, and I began to wonder if there was really a reason to keep trying so hard to live. I started looking for the meaning of life to overcome this.