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My Name is Carrie and I am a Highly Sensitive Person/Empath

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  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