Feeling It All: How Sensitivity Led Me to Create a Life of Healing
Growing up, I often wished I could build walls around my heart. Instead, I learned to plant gardens there.
From a very young age, I was the overly sensitive child. I felt everything so deeply — the pain of others, the struggles of my parents, the small joys and heartbreaks of everyday life. I carried the weight of emotions not just from my own experiences but from everyone around me. Watching my parents work hard, especially my mother — the sweetest and strongest woman I know — inspired me to be responsible beyond my years. In school, I was the nerdy, all-rounder kid — dancing, singing, acting, playing sports — trying to do everything because every expression felt like a sacred thread connecting me to life itself.
By the time I was twelve, I was telling everyone, boldly and confidently, that I would study abroad one day. It didn't matter that I came from a modest background; my dreams were bigger than my circumstances. Even then, I understood the power of feeling deeply and dreaming wildly.
But sensitivity often made me an outsider. I didn’t have many friends. I couldn't understand the games, the politics, the surface-level connections. I tried hard to belong, but people often talked behind my back, thinking of me as 'too different.' It hurt. Yet, despite it all, I kept my heart open — for anyone who needed a safe space, for anyone who needed someone to listen without judgment.
Years later, when I moved from Delhi to Ireland, chasing the dream I'd had since I was a little girl, I felt the same blend of tenderness and courage. Moving wasn't easy — it took two years of convincing my father, countless obstacles, moments of doubt. But eventually, I took that leap. And landing in Ireland felt like stepping into freedom — into a life that was finally, fully mine.
I loved the mundane magic: learning to cook, managing my own home, finding joy in simple routines. Yet, even amidst this new life, I faced heartbreaks, panic attacks, and loneliness. I lived through toxic friendships, failed relationships, anxiety, and the suffocating feeling of being misunderstood.
The breaking point came after two failed relationships and a toxic living situation that drained my spirit. I realised I was tired — tired of living for others, tired of ignoring my own voice. I moved out. I chose myself. I decided to honour my feelings rather than suppress them.
Healing began, not with grand gestures, but with tiny, radical acts of self-love: listening to my body, resting without guilt, falling in love with myself again, cutting out toxicity, and returning to simple, nourishing habits. Healing wasn't about becoming someone new; it was about unbecoming everything I wasn't and returning home to who I always was.
It was during this tender, messy season of life that I truly understood — my sensitivity was never a flaw. It was my superpower.
The journey from a marketing major to a health coach, from rushing through life to embracing breathwork, from chasing to simply being — none of it would have been possible without that move, without that heartbreak, without the sacred softness that refused to die inside me.
Facing a PCOS flare-up due to chronic stress, emotional disconnect, and neglect of my own needs became another turning point. As I began to heal — deeply, honestly — I knew that my journey wasn't just for me. I wanted to create spaces where others could feel safe, heard, and guided. Spaces where emotions weren't dismissed but honoured. Where healing wasn't rushed but rooted.
Today, as a wellness creator and health coach, I don't promise quick fixes. I offer gardens — places to plant seeds, to nurture growth, to be seen.
If you are someone who feels everything too much, know this: your sensitivity is sacred. You are not broken. You are beautiful. You are meant to create, to heal, to inspire.
If my sensitivity could speak to me today, it would say: "You are not weird. You are a healer. You are not too much. You are enough. You are here to help, to love, to lead with an open heart."
To my 10-year-old self, I would whisper: "You will live the dreams you carry so preciously. You will belong. You will create a life that feels like freedom."
And to you, dear reader: welcome to this journey.
Let's plant gardens together. Let's heal. Let's rise.
I'm so grateful you're here. 🌿