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On Being Sensitive, Weakness, & “Feeling Too Much” – Reality of being a Highly Sensitive Person

To him 
a touch is a blow,
a sound is a noise, 
a misfortune is a tragedy, 
a joy is an ecstasy, 
a friend is a lover, 
a lover is a god, 
and failure is death.
– Pearl Buck

There is a stigma that people who are emotional, highly sensitive, or “feel too much” are inherently weak. I would argue that these people are among the strongest individuals to exist. In fact, approximately 20% of the population is highly sensitive.

As an emotional empath and highly sensitive person (HSP) myself, I have struggled with the criticism of being overly emotional my entire life. Growing up, my teachers told me I needed to engage more and stop letting little nuances affect me. Now as an adult, I often find myself sobbing at the slightest bit of confrontation, and most of all, I have and continue to struggle with not making other people’s problems my problems. I was sure that others had to feel everything as deeply as I do, but I was only trying to comfort myself from the reality that not everyone is similar, and perhaps I am part of the minority.

I feel everything. It isn’t something that I choose or want for myself. I can never “turn it off” as if I have control over it. Emotions overcome me like tsunamis; everything is calm, and the next minute I’m harboring my feelings, other people’s feelings, and the world around me as I take it all in.

However, it was only recently that I made this discovery about myself and I can say that it is both a blessing and a curse.

Reflecting on my childhood and recalling specific moments that have strongly impacted me, it is now clear that I have exhibited signs of being an empath and HSP from an early age.

According to the Highly Sensitive Person Foundation, some of the characteristics of an HSP are:

  • Being easily overwhelmed by stimuli, such as lights, scents, and rough fabrics
  • Becoming anxious when having a lot to do in a little amount of time
  • Avoiding violence in the media, such as movies, TV shows, and the news
  • Needing to retreat to a quiet, dark, and/or private place during particularly busy days
  • Prioritize the avoidance of distressing or overwhelming situations
  • Notice and/or enjoy subtle or delicate scents, sounds, or art
  • Having a rich and vibrant inner life
  • As a child, was often viewed as sensitive or shy by parents, teachers, or other adults

Now, no list is all-inclusive, but when reading the above points for the first time, I couldn’t help but nod furiously and think “Yes, I can relate to all of them!” For the first time in my life, I finally felt understood.

Growing up is already a confusing and challenging experience, but on top of it all, I had to deal with my excess of emotions while trying to figure out where my place in this world was. I would be lying if I said I currently have it all sorted out and know where I belong. What I have realized, however, is that, like most things in life, every aspect that makes being an HSP difficult also comes with some wonderful rewards. In my particular case, the positives overpower the negatives and make it all worth it.

One of the more prominent aspects of being an HSP is having strong responses toward stimuli; as a result, crying and tears aren’t unusual. A common example is that I often find myself crying at dog commercials regardless if they’re meant to be sad, and the mood resulting from it follows me throughout the day. On the other hand in feeling negative things deeply, I also feel positive things deeply. The simple or trivial pleasures of life regularly bring me joy. Stepping on a crunchy autumn leaf, listening to my favorite song, or having someone smile at me are acts that can instantly make my day.

“You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.”
 –Andrea Gibson // “The Nutritionist”

HSPs are often known to be well-versed and valuable when it comes to advice giving. Lending a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen repeatedly make them the preferred person in friend groups or social circles to help deal with other’s conflicts. This is due to the highly empathetic and compassionate nature HSPs have. In addition to being wonderful listeners and attuned in guidance, HSPs tend to be naturally giving, due to their ability to pick up on other’s emotions and see things from their point of view.

I know these things to be true for me personally. Within in my social circle, I am often deemed “the mom” and am the first person my peers consult when seeking advice. It’s a wonderful thing to have my input valued, but it does become emotionally tiring to constantly have my attention demanded. I’ve even been in situations where complete strangers have found my demeanor comforting and have “dumped” their problems on me before leaving never to be seen again. And of course, I find it extremely difficult to say no when asked to lend a helping hand to those who ask.

This has been a source of guilt for me throughout the years. I know that I have to prioritize my own health and well-being, but the thought of denying a friend or loved-one comfort in a time of need makes my heart ache. But here’s what I’ve realized: you can still provide support to those you love without compromising your mental health. I used to think that in order to be there for someone, I had to sacrifice all of my emotions until I felt drained; filling them up with all I had until there was nothing left for myself.

It is common for empaths and HSPs to be exploited by others around them. To others, our caring nature is inviting, and our desire to please others makes us perfect targets for this emotional manipulation.

“I care. I care a lot. It’s kind of my thing.”
 –Leslie Knope // “Parks and Recreation”

In a society where outgoing, highly productive individuals are viewed as the only type of people who can be successful, it comes as no surprise that HSPs (and introverts alike) often feel incompetent or useless in response to their resilient peers, which makes it difficult for them to fit into society. While being outgoing and highly productive are great qualities to have when entering the workforce, it is important to note that HSPs also have their strengths.

According to Elaine N. Aron, Ph.D, in her book The Highly Sensitive Person, she notes that HSPs are needed in the top tiers of an organization, as well as society as a whole, in order to help prevent the abuse of power and force, while also providing their intuition in decision making, rather than relying on impulse alone.

“Sensitive people suffer more, but they love more and dream more.”
 – Agusto Cury

Our retrospective and quiet nature have some benefits. While everyone else is so go, go, go with their lives, HSPs, due to their need to recharge and process what happens around them, have more opportunities to express compassion and leave their heads up in the clouds.

While being a highly sensitive person in a world that prioritizes the energetic and aggressively enterprising can be a tiresome and daunting experience, it is important to remember that everyone has a role to fulfill in this world. Whether you are a fellow HSP (hi!) or fall somewhere else on the sensitivity spectrum, we all are important, which is the most influential point I can make in this post.


*Author’s note: 

Writing this piece has been such a challenge for me personally; this “passion-piece” as I like to call it, has been a work in progress for over a year. I wanted the information I shared to be accurate and reliable, while also maintaining a sense of tenderness without losing credibility. As a highly sensitive person, it is difficult for me to share my feelings, but I knew that it would help me (and hopefully others) grow as an individual, as well as gain confidence in being deemed “weak” throughout my life. In researching this article I have learned so much about being sensitive and how I function in this world. Most importantly I have realized that being overly sensitive is OK, and at times even beneficial. Thank you for taking the time to read this personal piece of my life!

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What’s in My Name?

I was named after my parents. Yes, my parents thought it would be clever to name their last offspring, a combination of their single halves to create a whole, after themselves. Edinette. The first half comes from my father, Edgar, Eddie, Ed, he goes by so many names. The latter from my mother Nenita. Growing up, it was never a question whose child I was, for it was literally in my name. What’s in my name? From the first half of my father, I got his tenacity and strong will; from my mother’s latter half, her kind heart and Seussian imagination, though she has not read much of Dr. Seuss. My father is stubborn, but his name did not give me that. My mother is overbearing, but her name made me compassionate instead. My name has horrible dance moves, never able to stay on beat as it rolls off your tongue. It always wants to go by its own tempo and march to its own drum. Sometimes it wants to be long, Ee-din-et. Sometimes it wants to be snappy, Ed-net. Usually, it wants to skip and hop, Ed-in-et, which is how I prefer it. When meeting people for the first time, long Edinette and snappy Edinette make their appearance, though skip and hop Edinette does not show up until much later. I understand, I am like that, too, a little shy to reveal myself. It is intimidating to hear my name and it not be my name. It rolls off someone’s tongue but it is not familiar, it is not a name I would respond to. Instead, long Edinette and snappy Edinette come out front and center, entertaining an audience with a façade. My name has no meaning; it does not mean strength or hope. It does not mean innocence or grace. Its meaning is that I may assign significance to it however I choose. Edinette means wonder and whimsy, as I am in constant pursuit of something fascinating. If it were a color it would be aqua; blue but not sad-blue, more ocean-blue, which is ironic because I have a fear of drowning. Edinette is that still period between slumber and consciousness where it feels like you are floating in bed. My name would be curled up on the couch with a cup of tea on a beautiful day because although my name seems bold and daring, it prefers to live simply. But if I could have an alter ego, I would name myself Lulu. Not short for Louise or Lourdes. Lulu. Who is bold and French, strong like coffee.

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LDN – A Poem

 

Lovely are your streets, where Wordsworth & Woolf roamed,

Deep within the underground does history flow,

Near every corner hides a bistro or café,

London, what a city, I wish I could stay.

 

Down every alley, and through every park,

Nestled between buildings lies the reason I wanted to start

Living in this city that I’ve loved deeply in my heart.

 

Dreaming of whimsy that this city holds,

Never did I imagine the beauty to unfold.

Luckily for me, did I get three months, to

Discover some of the secrets hidden within.

 

Now as my time in this city comes to an end,

London, what a city, I hope we meet again.

 

e.d. 2016

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2016 was my bravest year yet…

2016 was certainly a whirlwind, but also a year of immense growth & revelation for me personally.

From starting my own self-hosted blog 💻, to chasing after a life-long dream & studying abroad in the one city I’ve lusted after ✈️, I have realized that the places at the far corners of my comfort zone, & even the parts that surpass it, aren’t as scary as I once thought.

I surprised myself by being braver than I have ever been & can only hope that in 2017 I continue to put myself in situations that can provide immense growth!

Cheers to the New Year! 🎉 I hope you all experience plenty of grand experiences & personal growth despite the troubles that may be faced. 😊

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Matilda the Musical: Thoughts

Matilda the Musical was beyond amazing!
 
Matilda is a film that I’ve loved since I was young, seeing much of my own self in the main character, always getting lost in books & stories, dreaming much too much for my own good.
This musical, hands down, is my favorite I’ve seen during my time in London. It made me laugh & cry, reminding me of my own childhood in so many ways. (The good bits, I promise!) I can only hope that I can inspire another young person, just as Miss Honey inspired Matilda.
 
I relate to Matilda quite a bit, as growing up, being a bookworm was not applauded, but teased about. But I always believed that if Matilda could do amazing things with her smarts & knowledge, that I could, too.
 
Now that I’m all grown up, I’ve realized that all those years of being a bit uncool really don’t matter in the grand scheme of it all. I’ve read some grand books & have gone on some amazing adventures, real (like the one I’m currently embarking on!) & fictional, and have become the best version of myself because of it all.
 
What I’ve realized from seeing this story I love so much portrayed on a stage, is that encouraging people to read, daydream, adventure, from a young age is one gift, insurmountable.
 
Although it may seem silly to entertain such fantastical thoughts that sprout from a young mind, it seems that when children grow up, they forget that the whimsy in life is the best part of it all. So as people grow up, they also grow out of dreaming, conforming to this bland mold that society presents them.
 
But in the words of Matilda, “Nobody but [you] is gonna change [your] story.
Sometimes you have to be a little bit naughty.”
So go forth & dream on, encourage your children, siblings, nieces & nephews, to keep on believing that they can do anything. Because if they believe it from a young age, they’ll believe it for their whole life.
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Feelings & Expectations for London // Pre-Departure

As I write this post, I am currently sitting at my local Starbucks where the baristas know me by name, familiarity & comfort at its finest. I currently am in this limbo where I am excited for my trip but also in great fear of the changes about to come. And although my emotions are not even near stable, I thought it would be necessary to discuss my feelings & expectations for the city I am about to live in.

I haven’t even left yet & already I miss everything familiar to me. This trip is the flagship moment in my life where I am going to experience independence in full-force. My dad won’t be with me to help with my luggage, my mom won’t be behind my shoulder reminding me to eat, & as trivial as those things sound, being accustomed to having my parents around to suddenly having to be self-sufficient, is a bit jarring. After all, I will be in a new city where everything is foreign, & that alone is more change I have experienced in my lifetime.

I have lusted after & loved the city of London for many years, watching movies & reading books pretending that I am there as well. One of my biggest fears about studying abroad in London is that I have built up my expectations so far & high, that once I arrive I may realize that everything I believed & dreamed of is not true.

Now, I am sure I am exaggerating & I will have a lovely time. But just so I can see how these feelings & expectations compare at the end of my trip, here is a list of ten things I hope to experience:

  1. I really hope I can live through what my mother calls “four weathers in a day” that she claims London is notorious for.
  2. With that said, I hope it rains a lot & I don’t get sick of it. I adore the rain & have packed boots & a nice coat in preparation & would like to see if I like rain in theory, or if I can really live in it.
  3. I hope I don’t experience London & my other travels through my phone screen. Although having pictures are nice, those won’t compare to the experience of living in that exact moment.
  4. I hope I get comfortable enough with the city that other people will think to ask me for directions!
  5. Make at least one friend that is a London native. Try to establish a friendship that will last even when I come back stateside.
  6. Go exploring by myself at least once a week. Become comfortable & confident in traveling alone.
  7. Go to at least one concert or show.
  8. Try one food item that scares me.
  9. Become sufficient in riding the Tube.
  10. See the Queen. (It’s a long shot, but hey, here’s to hoping!)

Will I accomplish everything on this list? Maybe, maybe not. But by the end of this trip, I hope to have gained a broader perspective about the world around me, & about myself as a person. I’ll check this list again once I have come home & reflect on how my feelings have changed & what expectations have been met!

Here’s to a grand adventure awaiting,

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I use to hate writing…& then I became a writer.

Processed with VSCO with b1 presetI use to loath writing in all of its forms. Essays for class, messages inside of greeting cards, & even the very tweets about my trivial life in 160 characters or less.

I never saw the point, if I’m being completely honest. I never thought I needed to put to paper what I had in my head. But here’s the thing… eventually my headspace got overwhelmingly crowded & I realized that jotting things down was a great way to alleviate some of the stress.

When I was diagnosed with anxiety I wasn’t sure how to cope. It felt like the constant chaos inside of my noggin was there to stay. Worrying about what I needed to get done, remembering to buy milk, making sure I knew the formula for the math test…suppressing all of my feelings about all the craziness of life in general.

I turned to reading to help cope with my anxiety. I found comfort in the words of others, especially when they were able to articulate how I was feeling. This came up in passing with my therapist, and she asked the million dollar question: “Why don’t you try to write?”

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I need coffee in an IV…

Words by my favorite badass, totally unabashed, female leading lady, Lorelai Gilmore.

I am one of the many people who have succumbed to the life of caffeine addiction… And although I have told myself many times (& tried without success) that I can exist without coffee… It has yet to actually happen.

I have accepted that in order to be a functioning human being in this otherwise very complicated world, that a little bit of coffee doesn’t hurt.

So, I say, drink your coffee without any regrets, friends! Accept your inner Lorelai Gilmore. 🙂

What I’m Wearing:

  1. Striped Cotton H&M Shirt (discontinued) ✿ Similar // Similar
  2. Essie Nail Polish in Sand Tropez
  3. Full Tilt White Chloe Hair Clip

 

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