I have felt like a young, untrained horse at certain times throughout my life. No matter what I did, or how clearly I tried to communicate basic feelings or needs, I was just “too much” for anyone to understand or accept. At those times, I learned it was best to just keep my head down and do what I was told.
As HSPs, second-guessing ourselves is second-nature. For any given decision, we can foresee the upside. The downside. The sideways side. The diagonal horizontagonal side. (You didn’t even know that was a side, did you?)
Did I really NEED someone to come over? I felt sad and lonely, but I had everything I needed… right?
Do you ever feel like you’re hiding the deepest, truest parts of you – in fear of someone not being able to handle it?
We find people fascinating and truly enjoy knowing someone well… But at the end of the day we also have a deep desire to BE understood.
I can’t stand being cold. I can’t fall asleep if my feet or nose is cold, no matter how tired I am.
I don’t always like how my mind and body react to the over-stimulation that comes with life changes, BUT…
I am sorry for your loss, Kathie Lee. You lost the comfort of knowing your friend was a safe person…
Ever since I can remember, shopping malls have been an energy-draining, life-sucking black hole that I dread entering.
Appreciation for the fine arts is an area of my high sensitivity that I value and love to share with my son.
If I’m feeling a bit fatigued or a headache is coming on, I instinctively gravitate toward my Magic Bullet…
You probably notice all sorts of little things that other people miss. But have you ever missed the forest for the trees?
I want my son to know that it’s okay to be sad. Although I am highly empathic, I’ve realized lately what a poor job I’ve done of sharing my true feelings with him in the past.