I have for some time been living in a state of trance, daily dissociation and outright deceipt (towards myself). I allowed complacency to become a companion, and listened to the basic and mediocre inner voice in my head which would reassure me that everything would be alright; despite knowing within myself that faith without works is dead. I thoroughly dislike pity parties, and rather than wallow in the miserable grey bubble that is currently engulfing my being; I choose to escape to what I love doing best: reflecting and freely expressing myself in written form.
Because high sensitivity is widely misunderstood, the behavior of Highly Sensitive People can frustrate others. Being highly sensitive doesn’t make a person weak, but it does mean HSPs have to manage themselves and their relationships, work, and lives differently than most people in order to thrive.