Does your partner ever ask, "Why are you so sensitive?" or "Why does this bother you so much?" 🤔 If you are a Highly Sensitive Person (HSP), your brain processes emotional and sensory data more deeply than most. This can lead to incredible intimacy, but it can also lead to burnout if you don't have the right strategies.
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Hochsensibilität / HSP
Hochsensibilität ist ein Phänomen, das in den letzten Jahren vermehrt Aufmerksamkeit erlangt hat. Menschen, die hochsensibel sind, nehmen Reize intensiver wahr und reagieren stärker auf emotionale und physische Stimuli. Dieses Thema ist https://bit.ly/4ljESmp #Achtsamkeit #HSP #psychotHHerapie
My anxiety medication progress seems to have stalled and is maybe going backward. I'm still struggling a lot.
If you have experienced long term, intractable anxiety disorder issues (GAD/panic), and a medication has helped you in any significant way and you're willing to share that experience, you're welcome to send me a comment or DM or even email at [email protected].
I have good familial, medical and psychological support, so I'm not asking for anyone to directly support me personally. Rather, I'm interested in hearing others experiences, maybe noting any novel or unfamiliar meds or strategies I haven't tried. If you're also autistic and/or ADHD, or considered "highly sensitive", that's a bonus.
What I know now and will never unknow:
* My body signaled danger they overrode.
* Emotional trust was weaponized as access.
* Over-explaining was my fawn response, not poor communication.
* Blocking was protection, not drama. Impact > intent.
* My nervous system was right.
Between Belonging
I've been doing a lot of shedding lately. Identities, communities, masks I didn't even know I was wearing. And in the quieter moments I've started to notice what's left when all of that falls away.
The thing that's true across every version of me, every role, every phase, every room I've learned to navigate, is that I care deeply. I always have. And for a long time I hid that, because caring deeply isn't always safe.
I've moved through a lot of spaces over the years. Each one met a real need for a season. Each one also had edges I learned to stay inside. So I got good at managing what I showed and where. It works. And it's exhausting.
What I've been slowly understanding is that I don't miss the spaces so much as I miss what I felt in them. Being listened to. Being known. Having somewhere to bring my feelings, my questions, my grief, my half-formed hopes. And having someone meet me there with genuine curiosity and kindness.
My husband still gives me all of that. Even after all these years. But something in me wants more than one place to feel that way. Not an audience. Not a group organized around a cause or a wound. Just a handful of people I don't have to translate myself for.
I'm in a slow season of integration right now. Learning to be a better steward of myself. Learning that I don't have to explain everything; sometimes I can just feel it.
But I also miss talking. Really talking. And I'm starting to believe I deserve a place to do that again.
If any of this lands for you, if you've ever felt the specific ache of being known in pieces but not as a whole, I'd love to hear that I'm not alone in it.
„Das wahre Vergnügen im Leben besteht darin, das zu tun, was andere für unmöglich halten.“ -Walter Bagehot
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