Life as a Highly Sensitive Person

When I wanted to start writing again, I went through some notes and decided to write about this. Now just so we’re clear, I don’t see this as a disadvantage. Sure, you have to learn to live with it. Which can be quite arduous. As is the case with me.

I understand being an HSP as feeling everything deeply. Love, joy, sorrow, and ecstasy. It can be very intense to see what extremes this takes one to in life. I have attempted to give you a sneak peek into my psyche. At your own peril!

Underrated pleasure adventure day:

That sunrise. The boundary of the sea is merging with the sky. There is a cute little sailboat, almost as if this aesthetic wasn’t flattering enough. The sky is clear, empty and the air is still chill. Then there is a bright spot on the horizon. It grows rapidly until all you can see is this ball of light oozing out rays. The rays shoot out eagerly and fill the sand and beyond. I read somewhere that God always geometrizes. I like to believe nature geometrizes and man has merely adapted from nature and created God to give some ethical geometry to life itself. I realized that I completely control this experience and wondered if I should journal this just so I can live through it again.

Deadweights-for-the-brain kinda day:

I recently read that grief is merely love persevering. This grief is my own. It has my unique historical, contextual fingerprint all over it. There is so much weight on this grief, I’m scared of dealing with it. Grief, for me, comes slowly, but all at once. I take some time to process the magnitude of it. I have learned to be kinder to myself to allow myself to feel all the sadness no matter how long it takes.
But this reservoir of sadness doesn’t seem to lead to any salvation. So then where else is it leading me? Well that, I don’t know. Part of writing about this is to give myself clarity about what I’m going through.

PS: I had compiled this over a period of time and I wasn’t really sure where I was going with this. But in retrospect, I’m happy I did write this. Now, you have spent two intense days in my life. I have come a little closer to you now than before you read this. That makes me happy. And if I’m not writing for that, I shouldn’t be writing at all.