#HighlySensitivePeople #Introverts: Do you have limited beliefs? My free HSP Newsletter is coming out on Thursday, Oct 23rd on this subject! If you haven't signed up for it already, go to https://thehighlysensitiveperson.com/my-newsletter/
#HighlySensitivePeople #Introverts: Why chasing happiness is making us miserable! We’re told to chase happiness like it’s some glittering prize waiting out there in the world. A bigger paycheck. A busier social life. A longer to-do list checked off. But here’s the truth I wish someone told me years ago:Happiness doesn’t live “out there.”It lives inside. Quiet. Waiting. Whispering. And for those of us who are highly sensitive or introverted, that whisper can easily get drowned out by the noise of everyone else’s idea of a good life. That’s why sometimes the bravest thing you can do isn’t to add more, but to turn down the volume of the outside world long enough to hear yourself again. Ask yourself: What makes you feel lit up—not for…
#HighlySensitivePeople #Introverts: Why My Best Ideas Come When I’m Not Looking for Them My best ideas never arrive when I’m straining for them. They show up when I least expect it—on a quiet walk, in the middle of a conversation, or while reading something that makes me pause. As a highly sensitive introvert, I notice the details most people overlook—the tone of someone’s voice, the way light shifts across the room, or a single sentence in a book that changes everything. These subtle moments often become the sparks behind my writing, my posts, and my creativity. Here’s the unconventional truth I’ve learned: inspiration isn’t something to chase. It’s something to notice. It appears when I’m open, curious, and paying attention to life as it unfolds.…
What If Learning Was Never Meant to Happen in School? Do you feel a knot in your stomach when back-to-school season comes around? Even as an adult, I still remember the unease. New teachers, new classmates, new routines. For me, school was not excitement—it was dread. As a highly sensitive kid, I hated the spotlight. Tests, group projects, even being called on in class felt like standing under a harsh spotlight with no place to hide. My mother used to say, “These are the best years of your life.” I remember thinking: If this is the best, I don’t want to see the worst. I wasn’t “lazy” or “unmotivated.” I was overwhelmed. I daydreamed to cope, tuning out of classes that drained me instead of…