HSPs: The Ones Who Feel It All

A Glimpse Into My Journey as a Highly Sensitive Soul

I used to think something was wrong with me.

Why did I cry when the wind shifted?

Why did loud noises send my heart racing?

Why did I feel the emotions of a room before anyone even spoke?

Before I understood what it meant to be a Highly Sensitive Person (HSP), I thought I was just “too much.” Too emotional. Too reactive. Too intense. But really, I was just feeling it all—deeply, intuitively, and without a buffer.

And I know I’m not alone.

A Childhood of Too-Muchness

One of my earliest memories of being highly sensitive wasn’t about what was said—but what wasn’t.

As a child, I often felt invisible. Not in the quiet, peaceful way—but in the aching kind of way, where I knew I was feeling so much, noticing so much, but no one seemed to see it. And when my sensitivity was acknowledged, it felt like something people had to make space for—like it might be too overwhelming to have me fully present in a room.

My mom didn’t treat my sensitivity as a flaw, but she would sometimes name it in ways that made it feel like others might struggle to be around me because of it. That left an imprint. It made me question whether I was asking too much from the world just by being myself.

So I learned to pull it in, to quiet it down. But the feelings didn’t go away.

I could still sense the emotional currents under the surface of conversations—even if I didn’t know what had been said. I’d have vivid, often intense dreams as a child—messages from beyond, long before I understood that my psychic sensitivity was already awake and listening. My inner world was so rich, so alert… and so rarely mirrored back to me.

Reclaiming My Sensitivity

At the time, I thought something was wrong with me. But now I understand—my nervous system was simply attuned to a deeper frequency. My sensitivity was never a weakness. The real challenge was living in a world that hadn’t yet learned how to honor people like me.

Over time, I stopped trying to fix or suppress my sensitivity. I began to reclaim it. To understand it. To work with it rather than against it. That shift was everything.

Now, my work is rooted in supporting other sensitive souls. Because I believe being highly sensitive is not a flaw—it’s a gift. A spiritual inheritance. A way of perceiving the world that holds deep potential for healing, intuition, and soul wisdom.

For the Ones Who Feel It All

If any of this resonates with you, I invite you to explore more. You can start by reading through the HSP Trait Checklist on my Resources page—or just take a breath, and honor the part of you that feels deeply.

You’re not too much. You’re meant for more.

With care,

Ixte