I am a sensitive person with a brain that runs nonstop. With that it is not strange I develop different anxieties and different crappy moods. But I choose to see being sensitive and thinking as a trait and having anxiety and depression as having an illness. Way back when I was diagnosed with a personality disorder, everything I suffered with was just swept under the rug as, that is part of who you are and who you are is one big illness. Why thanx, lovely analysis...

I also have a quite narrow built skeleton, some of my bones are ridiculously flimsy and thin. Imagine if I was in an accident and got a lot of fractures, while someone more sturdy might not fracture at all. No one would think of telling me that I am so fine boned and that is part of me so they won't patch me up. Eh... they would patch me up, believe me.

Mental stuff can be similar.

Well, that is how I feel anyway.