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 or the
idea of having done something wrong. It
will put me into a mental tizzy of recounting in my head of the events and
feeling devastated.
I guess one could argue whether I actually am a highly
sensitive person or an empath, but having read some articles like this one
about both, it all certainly makes sense.
I feel like I have discovered something important; a clue, an answer,
and some missing pieces to a puzzle that I longed to finish but truly never
could.
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