Trauma taught me how to read a room before I even knew what that meant. I can feel the shift in energy when something’s off. The tone behind someone’s voice. The tension they’re trying to hide. It’s not just noticing—it’s like my body picks it up before my mind does. For a long time, I thought this meant something was wrong with me. That I was too sensitive, too intense. But the truth is, this is something I survived into. When you grow up needing to scan for danger, you learn people on a level that isn’t taught. It can be exhausting. It can blur boundaries. But it’s also a kind of visceral empathy—a way of feeling with people, not just for them. I’m learning that this “superpower” doesn’t mean I have to carry everything I sense. It just means I can understand more deeply. And now, I get to choose what I do with that.