Care & Feeding for the Highly Sensitive Soul

By Priscilla Pancoast-Crockett

All my life I have wished there was an instruction manual to give to those who need to understand who and what I am. I am an Empath.

That is just one potential part of the group called Highly Sensitive People, and they are as complex and unique as you and I, and more.

I wrote this guide for you if you consider yourself to be highly sensitive, and seek further insight.

I wrote this book for you if you are someone who cares about a highly sensitive person, and seeks a deeper understanding of their experiences and reactions to various things.

Weather it's because you think you might be an Empath and seek guidance and understanding for yourself, or you simply want to be supportive in the life of a highly sensitive person or HSP, this is the book you need to read. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Priscilla Pancoast-Crockett
• Release date: May 19, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386313182

Priscilla Pancoast-Crockett

Priscilla Pancoast-Crockett is an author, artist and HSP (highly sensitive person) who spent many years struggling to find her place and function in what can seem to be a rather insensitive world at times. Originally from NY, raised in VA and having spent most of her adult life in Oregon, Priscilla Pancoast-Crockett has lived many lives and filled many roles. In those experiences, she has garnered a unique perspective of, and gratitude for, the human experience and what it is to be a highly sensitive person. Today, she is sharing what she has learned with all of you,  in hopes of paving the way for the next generation to move forward with confidence towards a better understanding of each other, and themselves. 

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CARE & FEEDING for the HIGHLY SENSITIVE SOUL

A real talk and in depth guide for those who care for, protect and are entrusted with an Empath, Intuitive, Psychic or otherwise defined HSP (Highly Sensitive Person

INTRODUCTION: 

IN THIS BOOK WE ARE going to discuss many ways that you can be a more supportive and effective person in the lives of the highly sensitive people you care for.

We will discuss ways to cope with some of the common triggers, pit-falls and frustrations that they deal with on a daily basis, often silently.

We will also help you to clear up some common misconceptions, help you see some things from another, possibly unfamiliar perspective, and offer up some practical advice that should go a long way in preventing future miscommunications, misunderstandings and hurt feelings.

Highly sensitive people, or HSP's, can be some of the most beautiful souls you will ever meet, once you learn to listen and understand each other, because no two are ever exactly the same, just like the rest of us.

We will be discussing many different of emotional insights in this book, and I sincerely hope that some of the information and stories I have shared with you will be helpful to you and those you care for, in understanding the inner workings of the HSP in your life, and how to be a better support system through unprjuduced listening, honest communication and of course, compassion.

I didn't just write this book only for my own clarity on the experience, I wrote it for you and for the HSP's that you love, and wish to better understand.

This book is also for anyone who isn't sure if they may actually BE and HSP and would like some further insights into what they may be personally experiencing.

I have included some stories from my experiences as an unidentified Empath, and what that experience was like for me, a few tips and meditations that I have personally found to be extremely effective in identifying some of the unfamiliar feelings and sensations you may be experincing, and some healthy recipies as well!

Before we get into it, I want to be sure to make a few points very clear, because I honestly feel that these are fundamentally and universally true...

In the beginning, trust is a seed, not an oak; nurture it and it will grow deep and create a haven for you in the future.

You are the expert of you. Reject incorrect labels and redefine them bodly.

You can only control yourself. Do not let reactions drive you into stagnation or self destruction.

If you are struggling with forgiveness, first you must forgive yourself.

The only true emotions are love and fear. Fear is a liar.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

·  INTRODUCTION

·  PREFACE

1.  WHAT IS A HSP?

2.  DON'T LABEL ME BABY

3.  ANXIETY AND PANIC ATTACKS

4.  UNRESOLVED FEELINGS

5.  INSECURITY AND OUTSIDE INFLUENCES

6.  COMMON TRIGGERS AND ENERGY BLOCKS

7.  SCHOOL DAYS AND SOCIAL HAZE

8.  SUPRESSING INIDENTIFIED EMOTIONS

9.  THE TOO FACTOR

10. ADVICE FOR HANDLING DISTRESS

11. TRUST IS THE ISSUE, TRUST IS THE GOAL

12. SOCIAL MEDIA; THE WORST OF THE BEST

13. INTENTION, EXPECTATION AND COMMUNICATION

14. WHAT IF IT'S SOMETHING ELSE?

15. NUTRITION, ENVIRONMENT AND HSP

16. FEAR, LOVE AND CONSEQUENCES

17. INTEGRATION OF MEMORY ENERGY FOR HEALING

18. HOW TO IDENTIFY YOUR AUTHENTIC SELF

19. FORGIVENESS DEFINED

20. THE DARK SIDE

21. THE DREAM SOLUTION

22. IN CONCLUSION

23. RECIPIES FOR GOOD HEALTH

PREFACE

WHEN I STARTED PRESCHOOL at the age of three, they could already tell I was different.

Apparently, I had episodes. I'm assuming that means I was anxious, defensive and exceedingly shy, since those were my core traits thru ought my childhood.

I remember that it was a big deal when I made a friend in preschool. I remember specifically that she had the most fabulous red, sparkling slippers, covered in red sequins. They had braided gold thread with a little puff of feathers at the toe. I loved those slippers.

I also remember being hit by a huge metal swing that was shaped like a horse. If I remember correctly, my friend was on it at the time, and I was waiting for my turn a bit too closely.

I vividly remember each and every frame of time in my mind, as the swing was coming towards me; it was as if a movie projector had been slowed down and was being shown in slides; closer, closer, bang! I still have a scar from being hit by that swing. Those were my first stiches! Trust me, there would be more!

I had another, similar incident later in life, when I was fifteen years old. I was hit from behind, by a pickup truck, while walking on a country road with friends.

The only way I can explain to you what happened that evening is just exactly as I remember it...I was walking at night, with my friend and his younger brother. We were going from a boring High School band concert (aka excuse to be out) and walking to the nearby tasty-freeze, to see what trouble we could get into.

Well, about halfway there, I noticed a car approaching us and going a bit too fast and I noticed that it was hugging the yellow line as it passed through the curve. The next thing I saw was a blur, broken into strobe light flashes. I saw myself spinning past; it was as if I were looking at a movie screen inches in front of my face. Then I saw the bed of the truck in a still flash, and then another still image of myself sort of flipping around towards the rear tire. Next I saw several strobe light type shots of my left heel hitting the rear tire, and suddenly and violently reversed direction.

That is when things got really, really weird.

Now, as I saw it, time was standing still and I was suspended in midair, halfway between the bed of the truck and the pavement behind it.

At this point, while flying through the air and also perfectly still, I looked up and saw myself standing on the side of the road...I was facing myself standing on the side of the road!

Wait, what? What happened next, all happened so very quickly it almost felt like a dream.

In the flash of an instant, I looked at myself, directly in the eyes and yelled from the side of the road where >I< was standing..."Grab your head now, and throw it between your knees, or you are going to die!"

In that moment, time was standing still and starting again all at once, and there was no time to process what was happening; only pure reflex reaction.

On my own orders, which were clearly not to be dismissed, I grabbed my head and threw it between my knees and then... BANG! I looked up and saw my friends Jump and look around frantically to see where I was, asking what the hell was that?

The only reason I know about the episodes from preschool, is because after my Mother passed away, I received a box of some items from her home. Included in the back of a very cool old copper plated photo album, was a typed report from my preschool stating that my "episodes were becoming less frequent and I had made a friend. So there we have it, I was born this way. Unfortunately, I became very overwhelmed with emotion at the time I read the note and destroyed the note.

I have spent many years of my life struggling with my emotions in that sort of way, and not usually coming out on top of it.

As an Artist, I always thought it was a personality trait based on my compulsion for personal expression, and inability to master my gift without years more practice.

I was so much closer to the truth than I realized!

I didn't know, as a small child and moving forward, why I was given the unspoken label of different. I didn't understand why I had the most lucid and bizarre dreams as a baby, and I still remember them vividly to this day.

I can remember so vividly my earliest dreams, that I can still feel them. In one of the most frequent dreams I had, I dreamed of walking outside by myself; which would have frightened me, as a baby of less than one year old who could barely get up and down the stairs unassisted.

I am sure of the age because I was able to accurately describe the photographer, his actions and props, and conversations held, from a photograph of me taken at nine months old.

In this dream, after I got outside I found myself at the bottom of the hill, looking through a hole in the wooden fence into the neighbor’s yard. The