My Name is Carrie and I am a Highly Sensitive Person/Empath
From the time I was a child, I struggled with feeling deeply hurt by the things that others seemed to shrug off. I would notice when my friend’s parents were having friction. I was always easily startled by the slightest unexpected sound. I created worlds in my mind of a life and place I wanted to be. I was considered painfully shy. Even when I was younger I pondered thoughts that could make one’s head spin. I hated and of course still do, conflict and avoid it at the cost of my own true sanity. When I am watching a TV show with violence I will gasp and sigh while someone else will have no response. I am oddly not a perfectionist, but am definitely detail oriented. I have always had a certain ability to put myself in someone else’s shoes. As I have gotten older I cannot stand the way some clothes feel against my skin; it can be the texture of the material or if it is too tight or up against my neck. Even at the age I am now, I still utterly struggle with criticism