The Cause Of My Suffering Was My Desire To Be Perfect
I always found myself in this high-strung, perfectionist state. I knew it was bad for me — but how was I supposed to change it?
I always found myself in this high-strung, perfectionist state. I knew it was bad for me — but how was I supposed to change it?
As a highly sensitive person, I could not stand to see him suffer. It was easier for me to be the one in pain.
One day, with my fingers stuck in my ears at a nightclub, I found help in an unlikely place.
A bad childhood — or child abuse — has an even bigger impact if you’re a highly sensitive person. But can you still recover, or even thrive?
It took a crisis to help me realize that my “big” emotions can be a “big” strength. Here’s how.
Dear highly sensitive mind: You think too much. You think ahead. You think behind. You think sideways and at odd angles. It’s too much.
A nomad lifestyle may offer the healing you need.
Being raised a Black woman, “strong” is who you are. Sensitive me didn’t measure up.
My idealism leads me to see the world as what it could be, not just as what it is — a world where ‘strong’ can look many different ways.
I’m an HSP with postpartum anxiety and depression, and the one seems to magnify the other.
Besides being Black, I’m also a highly sensitive person — and I’m not going to hide it.
Need to drink to handle a party? This might be why.
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