#HighlySensitivePeople #Introverts:  What if I don’t need more positivity—just real optimism? For a long time, I thought optimism meant pretending things wouldn’t go wrong. As a highly sensitive, introverted person, that never felt honest—or safe.So I called myself “realistic.” Careful. Prepared. What I didn’t realize then was that I was spending a lot of energy worrying in advance. Optimism finally made sense to me when I stopped trying to convince myself that things would go right. Here’s the shift that changed everything: I didn’t stop worrying by assuming things would go right.I stopped worrying when I trusted I could handle them if they didn’t.That’s when optimism finally made sense to me. That kind of optimism isn’t naïve.It’s grounded.It says: Life may be hard sometimes—and I…

#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/    

Is mental clutter heavier than any mess you can see? We rush to clean our homes every spring — dusting shelves, scrubbing floors, organizing closets.We proudly show the world our clean spaces.But what about the spaces no one sees? For highly sensitive people and introverts, mental clutter isn’t just background noise — it’s heavy, exhausting, and overwhelming. And no amount of sparkling countertops will lighten that weight inside. We panic if our homes get messy when guests are coming over.Yet we carry around anger, sadness, resentment, fear — every single day — like it's normal.Why is it so easy to prioritize visible mess, and so easy to ignore the emotional chaos that actually shapes our lives? This spring, I invite you to think differently.You deserve…

Is constant worry the silent killer no one talks about? Do you ever feel like worry is just part of who you are? I’ve lived with that constant buzz of anxiety for years. As a highly sensitive person, I can feel the weight of the world pressing on me—my mind racing through endless possibilities of what might go wrong. It feels responsible. It feels like I’m doing something useful. But lately, I’ve been asking myself...  Is all this worrying helping—or is it quietly hurting me? There will always be reasons to worry. But I’m choosing selective, purposeful concern over generalized anxiety. Wasteful worry drains me mentally, physically and clouds my thinking. I want my energy available when it really matters—not wasted on imagined disasters that…