Life in My Emotionally Sensitive “Skin”

There is a mixed blessing in being an HSP (highly sensitive person, for those of you who don’t know what an HSP is).  I can connect with others (even strangers).  I can enter into their pain and help them find a way out (a useful ability as a therapist).  I see both sides of almost any argument.  I have compassion.  I can be quite generous with my time, money and talents.

But on the flipside, these qualities can, at times, feel like a burden.  Like lately.  My heart has been so heavy with concern for those who have lost loved ones and for the state of our Nation, that I have had trouble seeing beauty or feeling joy.  Or writing. Or having a coherent thought.

I managed to squeeze out a piece about grief fog, but only because I know it so well myself.  I have lived in that dreadful fog several times in my life.  My prayer for those hurting now, and for those who will be grieving at some point months or years beyond the date of this writing, is comfort and hope. 

Comfort through the tears.  Hope that they will one day end.  I might not know exactly what you are feeling or what you have been through.  But, I have walked through the valley of the shadow of death more than once.  My prayer for my HSP-ness is that I can say with transparency, you are not alone on your journey.   

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