Spiritual growth & self-love for highly sensitive souls
I think watching Anne Hathaway movies like The Devil Wears Prada and The Princess Diaries got to me. Somehow, her characters would always transform into this perfectly-styled “It Girl”. ‘If it can happen for Anne, it can happen for me,’ I told myself.
The day I caught myself juggling four things at once wasn’t the first time I noticed I was spreading myself way too thin, but it was the first time I realized how much it was holding me back. I felt like I was making slow progress in a million directions rather than making meaningful progress in one direction.
Sometimes I feel like I’m missing a buffer between myself and others, and the rest of the world.
Freedom, health, and alignment come when we stop running from ourselves, stop suppressing ourselves, and start embracing who we are at our core. The day I learned that I was a highly sensitive person and learned that’s why I reacted so strongly to everything, was the day I started accepting myself.
Somewhere along the way, we start losing our connection to our true selves because we feel like the way we are is wrong and imperfect. We assume we’ve got it wrong and other people have it right. We decide we’re better off following what other people are doing because they’ve been accepted and we want to feel accepted, too.
Are you a thermometer or a thermostat? In other words… do you take the temperature of the room or do you set the temperature of the room? An empath through and through, I’d historically walk into a room, notice the energy, and automatically shift my own feelings to match how others were feeling.
Before I had my spiritual connection, I used to think I had to carry it all myself. I always thought life was just going to feel a little heavier and harder for me.
Sometimes it’s hard to know where other people’s feelings end and mine begin because it all feels so alive in my body. My bones ache in the presence of sadness. My heart hurts when I see someone disappointed in themselves. I want to wrap people in the warmest hug when I see them feeling ashamed.
Throughout my life, I always heard that I was “too sensitive” and my emotions were “too much”. I used to be so ashamed of being this way. Now I’m proud of it. Ironically, it’s what fuels me to do good in the world.
In a world that’s often aggressive, fast-paced, and heavily data-driven; we desperately need more gentle, compassionate humans to step up and have a voice.