The Consequences of Being Sensitive AF
What they don't tell you about motherhood, especially if you already are an empath, a mystic, and or a highly sensitive soul.
To the reader who knows this path too well. If you’ve ever been called too sensitive, too intense, too emotional, this was written for you. To remind you that you’re not alone. You are not broken. You are not imagining things. You are awake in a sedated world.
Your sensitivities are holy. You don’t have to dim your light to keep the peace. You don’t have to shrink to be loved. You don’t have to make yourself sick to belong. It is your birthright and your gift to feel all of the feels and stay rooted in your knowing. Unapologetically.
Inhale. Exhale. Just breathe.
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The Cost of Being Sensitive AF
What they don't tell you about motherhood, especially if you are already an empath, a mystic, and or a highly sensitive soul.
What they don’t tell you about motherhood is that it sharpens your vision. That it burns off your tolerance for dysfunction. That it drops you straight into the center of your knowing. It heightens your awareness, no longer leaving room to brush things off in order to keep the peace. And this is often terrifying to the people used to you to staying quiet and small.
There’s a cost to feeling everything. To noticing the tone shift in a text. To sensing someone’s energy before they say a word. To reading body language. To walking into a room and feeling the frequency that no one else is aware of. People call it dramatic or “too much,” but the truth is, some of us were born with finely-tuned antennas. We catch what others miss. We feel what others suppress. We zoom in on what others overlook. And while it’s a gift, it can also be exhausting. Especially in motherhood.
Since birthing my daughter, my sensitivities have sharpened in ways I didn’t expect. I don’t just feel her needs, I also feel the undercurrents in the space around us. What’s safe. What’s off. Who nourishes us. Who drains me. It’s no longer a private knowing. It’s a survival tool. It’s primal.
This heightened awareness has become my barometer. And it has strengthened my relationships with my clients and also myself. But it has at times felt overwhelmingly intense. To feel it all. To see it all. Veil removed.
I’ve had to release people I once held dear. I’ve had to speak truths when silence would have kept the peace. I’ve had to choose honesty over harmony, and sovereignty over self-erasure. It has been lineage repair in real time and it has been heavy but necessary. Both healing and hellacious.
While the world loves a sensitive woman who can feel for others, it will also resent the same woman for feeling and speaking up for herself. No one prepares you for this part. And you’re left with a choice: stay quiet and let the feelings slice through you, or speak up and risk being labeled difficult, unstable, postpartum.
Because this is the trick of the patriarchy: it would rather call a woman unwell than to call her sovereign or awakened. It would rather say, “She’s losing it,” than face the truth that she sees clearly. And that it makes people uncomfortable.
Staying silent however, has consequences. It builds tension in the body. The dis-ease can later lead to disease. It erupts in skin conditions, fatigue, autoimmune flares. It creates inner war. The kind that mirrors the ones we see on the news. I can’t afford to go to war with myself again. Been there. Done that. No thank you.
I have a luminous daughter to raise who needs a mother steeped in her own power and knowing and self-respect and governance. I set the tone for her future. Nurturing my gifts and sensitivities will allow me to nurture hers. And in doing so, I get to rewrite the codes of our lineage. In real time.
And so it is.
Inhale.
Exhale.
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A Practice for the Sovereign Sensitive
When the noise around you gets loud, when you’re told you’re too much, too intense, too emotional, come back to your body.
The Practice:
Place one hand on your heart, one on your womb (or lower belly).
Close your eyes. Breathe.
Inhale: I am safe to feel.
Exhale: I am safe to speak.Ask gently:
- Is this mine to carry?
- What does my truth feel like in my body?
- What needs to be released?Wait. Listen. Let your body speak first.
Click this image for my last post on how to trust the wisdom of your body.
Then say aloud:
I am not confused.
I am not too much.
I am an attuned being in a world that forgot how to feel.
And I trust my knowing.
Do this daily. Especially after hard conversations, draining visits, or when the world tries to convince you that your clarity is the problem.
Your sensitivity is not a burden.
It’s a sacred instrument.
Learn its tone.
Let it lead.
So powerful, I get this 100%. Your daughter is so lucky to have you shaping her world through the lens of a mother so solidly grounded truth and awareness ❤️