I know I never heard of this term or came to the realization that I was “different“ in having this trait until after you were gone, but somehow it seems such a weight to carry without you.
It is worse as I get older, but I suppose that is not unusual. The loud noises, bright lights, crowds, and so much information coming from all directions. Sometimes it all overwhelms me.
Yesterday was our grandson’s 11th birthday, which I can hardly believe such time has passed. He enjoyed himself, which I’m so glad. Me, I had to go straight to bed after the festivities. My head was so overstimulated it hurt. I hate being this way, but I couldn’t wait for the company to leave.
There are things I would love to do, travel to places I would love to see, but I have to carefully measure if I can tolerate what I would encounter. That gets old. It all seems so much easier with someone on your arm that can easily take the lead when a breather is needed.
Anyway, I’m 75% recharged this morning, which isn’t bad. It’s wonderful how down time is a regenerator.
Grieving you would be enough, but finding who I am and how to best live while being true to myself as an HSP, is a real bear.