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The Handbook for Highly Sensitive People by Mel Collins | ARC Book Review

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The Handbook for Highly Sensitive People by Mel Collins

Published: January 15, 2019

Publisher: Watkins Publishing

Pages: 208

Genres: self help, psychology

Rating: 3 stars

Recommend to: highly sensitive people, learning more about yourself 

Foodie Vibes: chamomile tea to calm yourself among a world of chaos 


Are you often told to stop taking things to heart or to toughen up? Do you have a lot of empathy for others? Overanalyze things and get ‘stuck in your own head’? Or become easily overwhelmed and frequently need to withdraw? If the answer is YES, you are probably a Highly Sensitive Person and this Handbook will be your survival guide!

One in five people are born with the trait of high sensitivity. Yet, there is a general lack of awareness of the trait in our society, which leaves many people struggling physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually with being highly…

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#Flights of Fancy: Run… #poetry

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Do we always want more than we can have

Search for things we will never find?

Questions with no answers,

Driving mind to scream.

What then when wild thoughts show in your eyes

Do people stammer when they speak to you?

Do they hide in corners, hoping not to be seen?

Do they run from your approach

Pretending lateness is their call?

Is madness framed in garments white

Keys jingle stop you from walking out

Is life now bound within these walls of grey

Has mind forgotten how to pray for freedoms flight?

Let men say that you are crazed

To me, you are a vase that is cracked

Yet water holds the flowers still

They bloom in memory of love within your broken shell

My name you lost with a ticking clock

I sit, I watch, I wait for memories lost

Make one happy moment when time returns

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The Clock… #Poetry


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The Clock

Time that never ends

Ticking, beating out a rhythm

That endless noise they say is silence

My ears bleed, my mind screams

Trying to remember

The clock has blood on its hands

I am outside looking in

I hear bones breaking, flesh yielding

I cannot write such dark passages

Of a love gone bad

The look of peace on her face

Happy to be gone from this life

That look haunts me

Did love, mercy guide my hand in this?

Did I take the life I love so well?

The sickness changed the one I knew

The shell left behind

No longer holds the love

That held me to her

That ticking clock has beat its last rhythm

As I lay down beside her

I hear the ticking clock no more…


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Beautifully Fragile

Perfectly Imperfect

How silly of me to try and plant gardens in your chest, and
try to get you to love me, when I didn’t even love myself. I am truly sorry for giving you the burden
of trying to fix a broken human being. However, at the end of the day some
people are just shit. no matter how much you wish they weren’t they just are
and nothing you can say or do will change that. Yet, eventually it will get
better, without any sort of explanation; one day you just realize that you’re
no longer upset. You’re no longer mad, hurt, or bothered by the things that
took so much of your energy and thoughts. You will find yourself in a peaceful
place, and enjoy it while you can; because in reality? We are all just one car
crash, diagnosis, an unexpected phone call, a newfound love, or a…

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I’ll Never Forget You, But I Have To Let You Go.

Perfectly Imperfect

Slowly but surely, I will loosen my grip on the idea of us, of we. I will drop all the notions of a future, those shards of hope that you and I would ever become something real. I will watch those promises of a tomorrow flutter away in the breeze of yesterday, piece by piece, moment by moment, tear by tear.
And I will break free.
I will untie the binds that kept me from loving myself because you could not love me the way I needed. I will undo the lock that kept me chained up in the beautiful chaos that was you. I will throw away the key. I will wipe my hands clean, clear of the dust of promise, and walk away. Battered not bruised, yes; not unscathed, scarred, and defeated; but still standing on my own two feet.
This is me finally letting you go.

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Follow… #Poetry

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She grows wild, alone, unafraid

Like a rare desert orchid.

She cannot be contained

If you dare, her colours fade

Her petals fall.

The remains of your heart tell you

To let her go, to never look

In those eyes that strip you of

Every fiber of your senses

Would be unbearable.

To never feel her touch

Would be like death itself.

Yet your hands cannot hold her

She takes root where she will

The open road is her master

Take the love she offers when she rests

She needs more than you can give.

Can you live the life she offers?

Can you bear to see her disappear

For days with others that touch

That silken skin that wraps around your mind

With the sweet scent of your love.

The taste of her lips that sends

Your mind spinning until you feel

The edge of the earth beneath…

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