Here is a brief introduction to what this blog is and will be. I am a Marriage and Family Therapist and Clinical Hypnotist who has experienced scoliosis, some autoimmune disorders, and a number of food sensitivities. I am also a Highly Sensitive Person who tends to be introverted. I have come to see links in my mind and body, patterns that I would like to share to the benefit of others whom I have met in similar situations: health playing out our similar emotionally held beliefs as they relate to sensitivity in ways that have been difficult for medical doctors to treat. I also ask for you to share your information for all our benefit as well. I am aligning my spine and body as I come into alignment with who I am emotionally, intellectually, spiritually, and relationally. I see that these are all connected in my health and alignment. I continue to seek out new understanding and information. In my work as a therapist and using hypnosis to support others in health, I have also witnessed and learned from similar patterns to what I experience/d in regards to belief and health. I have seen many great resources that address all areas of high sensitivity, however they have all been separated: a resource about high emotional sensitivity only, high physical sensitivity only, or high food sensitivity only, etc. I have not seen an integration. I hope that this can be a hub for an integration of information around the topics of the relationship between the mind and body of those with high sensitivity, a trait that has often been seen as a disorder. I hope for this to be a resource page for Highly Sensitive People to thrive in a holistic way: physically, mentally, emotionally, relationally, and spiritually. I welcome you and am glad to have you as a companion. I believe that simply the act of us coming together and supporting one another as highly sensitive is key to alignment.
“I glanced at her and took my glasses off–they were still singing. They buzzed like a locust on the coffee table and then ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and knew that the nails up there took a new grip on whatever they touched. ‘I am your own way of looking at things,’ she said. ‘When you allow me to live with you, every glance at the world around you will be a sort of salvation.’ And I took her hand.” William Stafford
Much love,
Ane