05/24/2026
For most of my early life I was extraordinarily good at feeling everyone around me.
But I had almost no capacity to hold myself together.
Not because I wasn't sensitive enough. Because my inner experience was so loud and so full of sensation that overwhelm and burnout was the norm.
So, I did the only thing that made sense, I aimed my sensitivity outward where it was useful and safe.
And then I numbed the rest.
I wrote about this - the specific shadow that highly sensitive women rarely name, and what it actually took to change it - in my latest Substack essay.
If you have ever been the one who holds everyone else's world together while your own interior is crumbling - this one is for you.
The path to embodied sovereignty begins with a single gaze - turned toward yourself