I perceived high sensitivity as a hindrance and yearned to have a thick skin like several peers who chose to let comments fly over their head rather than go home and renumerate over them. I spent years questioning why I had such a character and yearned to be someone else, anyone but me. Boy am I glad I got over that!
…ation that someone could really like me and I kept convincing myself it was only a few swipes away. Although instead of feeling empowered through the whole experience, I felt oddly needy. Going out with people had become a tool for dealing with all of my pent up insecurities.
…s because she was older when she came to me. Yet, surprisingly, her children could be my blood kin. They are a combination of the best in me, as though my DNA was absorbed through their skin during the nights I held them close easing a fear or relieving a fever. I look at them and see better versions of me.
How can we avoid this? One solution is to have a partner, friend or confidant that holds you accountable. Nothing is more valuable in life than someone who calls you on your bullshit. Another solution is mindfulness. Tiring as it is, continuous concentration on the measurement can produce an accurate result.