Is it possible for Highly Sensitive People to worry less?

Is it possible for Highly Sensitive People to worry less?

As humans we are hardwired to remember negative events in order to keep us safe and alive. Over the years we create many beliefs like ;” I am not good at math”, “ I can’t do anything right ”, “Nobody likes me” and many more. We are aware of some of them and others...
The gentle strengths of Highly Sensitive People

The gentle strengths of Highly Sensitive People

Many Highly Sensitive People HSP consider their sensitivity as a weakness, often because of comments from parents and teachers. In order to fit in we push our strong emotions down and try not to overreact due to over stimulation. This works for a period of time until...
How to turn feelings of overwhelm to overjoyed

How to turn feelings of overwhelm to overjoyed

Highly Sensitive People, who make up about twenty percent of the population, are born with an innate trait called Sensory Processing Sensitivity. This trait allows us to notice everything and I mean everything in our environment all the time. This constant stream of...
How to better ask for and provide help

How to better ask for and provide help

As Highly Sensitive people it’s so easy to pick up on other people’s feelings. Our strong perception and awareness of the smallest detail in behaviours, facial expression or tone of voice and then deeply thinking and analyzing it has given us the impression that we...
Do you worry what other people think of you?

Do you worry what other people think of you?

Ever since I can remember I worried what others thought or said about me. I would lie in bed and recall every part of a conversation, wondering how I had been perceived. When I mentioned that I felt hurt or attacked by someone’s comments I often heard:” Don’t...
Direct communication is very important

Direct communication is very important

I’ve never had as much time alone with my Dad as in the last two weeks. My Mom is in the hospital. Somehow most communication between my Dad and I, always went through my Mom, because she was always there. It seemed normal. That’s just the way it was. Unless one looks...