Cant stop the tears

When faced with degradation of the environment and the brutality against animals, I cannot help but cry. Its so visceral, it affects me to my core. I have a whole body reaction, not just tears. It might as well be me that is being destroyed. I dont separate myself from other forms of life. I am them, and they are me. I would put myself right in the fray of things, if it didnt nearly incapacitate me. I fall into a deep angry depression, and I dont like how it makes me feel. I always wondered, if ever faced with a life or death situation, how much trouble I would get into. Not concerning my own safety, but, getting into trouble with the law. When Im righteously wrylled, I have no fear. Its do or die. That concerns me somewhat. You wont see me with Green Peace in the ocean saving whales, anymore than you will see me working in an animal shelter. I feel TOO much, and Im being responsible by keeping myself out of it. I choose to leave the more unsavory work to those who can handle it and themselves. I cant listen to songs associated with the death of anything, and I have to change the channel on the TV when these things are being talked about and shown. The You Tube videos I post on Facebook, I dont watch. I just want to send them into the ethers hoping some strong soul can actually do something about it. Ive been depressed most of my life and sensitive all of my life. I got hysterical at seven years of age, when a storm was destroying my zinnia I planted. I watched in horror out the window, as hail and wind pummeled it. If I had the choice, I would choose not to be this sensitive, always seeing the nasty under belly of things.