Sensitivity as a Superpower

Lights felt too bright. Sounds too loud. I could only wear certain types of clothing.
I cried or got overwhelmed easily. I felt everything—my own emotions and everyone else’s. When I walked into a room, I could hone in on who was angry or hurting.

I was born nearly blind, then bullied for wearing thick glasses and having crooked teeth.

In preschool, my best friends were roly polies. When the teacher told me that wasn’t okay, I felt shame.

Thank G-d, my parents got me eye surgeries and had my teeth fixed through a series of painful procedures.

On the outside, I looked better.
But inside, I still felt lost.

Since my big brother was a genius, the school tested me and put me in the “Gifted” program.

But I lived in a swirl of sensitivity, confusion, and silence.

Then as an adult I was diagnosed with CPTSD and ADHD.

It took years of really deep work—emotional, spiritual, and nervous system healing—to learn to love and understand my self.

Now, living in Israel, I am starting to really see what all that sensitivity was trying to tell me.

I am a Jewish woman, and like my matriarchs, I get to serve as a light unto the nations.

It was never a flaw. It was my soul speaking (and other souls speaking to through me).

As a teacher and certified coach, I support special children, seniors, and soldiers here in Israel, through writing, creative expression, and gentle presence.

I hold space for people who feel deeply and think differently—who need space to be who they are.

Here is a blog about the seven intuitive senses—sometimes called “the clairs”—and how they can help us reframe sensitivity as a gift, not a disorder.

And if you’re working on something—healing, writing, or finding your inner voice—I’d love to hear about it.

-Mindy