21 Ways To Take Care Of A Highly Sensitive Person

This is so me!

Thought Catalog

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A highly sensitive person is someone with a more ­developed­ than ­average nervous system. ­ Basically someone who over­feels everything. ­ They are extremely intuitive, and at times come of as being a little judgemental. Even if they had no intentions of judging anyone.

They are sensitive to loud people, irritated by smells and even rough fabrics. They are highly in tune with other peoples emotions, as well as their own, and are aware if one isn’t happy. Even if person is sitting far away from them at the dinner table. Because sensitive people are so in tune, life can be pretty exhausting for them. Thus causing them to withdraw at times, and for non-­sensitives to misunderstand.

The Highly Sensitive Person of (HSP) is not always shy or introverted. Shy people may be sensitive, but are more afraid of being rejected. Introverts get tired…

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Companion/Response Poetry by C.S. Bailey and Myself ~

Companion poems or Response Poetry (either way you want to look at it…) is a great collaborative exercise that the very talented author C.S. Bailey and I have decided to work together on. I kicked it off and then he followed. So here it is, I hope you enjoy it. Don’t forget to check out his site for more! ( http://www.alternatehellos.blogspot.com )

Uncertain Fate ~
Standing on the edge of the sandy reef
The wind tangles her raven black hair
She stares across the vast sea
The moonlight glistening
Salty drops of sea mist dance across her skin
She shivers and inhales deeply
Pulling her red cloak tighter
Protecting her ivory canvas
She smiles as a single tear escapes
Staining her cheek before it falls to the salty ocean below
Her heart aches for him
Her lips desire to kiss him
Her body burns to feel his protecting touch
She closes her eyes
Her breath catches
Her body relaxes as her delicate arms rise
Taking a chance on an uncertain fate
Her knees weaken
She plunges herself into the turbulent sea
Hoping it carries her across the waters
Washing her ashore
Where he will rescue her
And breathe life into her, once again.

Copyright ©2015 –ND White

Certain Sadness by C.S. Bailey
The cliff edge is windy and cold.
Italicizing his life with suicide, an act he considers bold.
His existence has been full of tribulations,
Full of circumstantial indignations!
Yet here is, standing tall.
Braver than most before his final fall!
Squinting eyes cast out upon the vast seas as he takes his final breaths.
Taking in the beauty, before his timely death!
Yet through the wind, another soul he sees.
A red cloak blowing in the wind, raven black hair and ivory skin.
Is it an illusion?
A dream!
Perhaps a torment for his sin!
Then she jumps!
Straight in to the abyss!
Should he leave her?
Should he save her?
He knows not what to do.
Surely it’s madness?
His heart pounds as he takes the plunge.
Saving them both from an uncertain sadness?