When the World Got Too Loud, She Learned to H.U.S.H.
The Day She Stopped Saying 'I'm Sorry' for Being Sensitive
Lisa sat in her car in her own driveway, car off, staring at her front door.
She couldn’t go inside. Even her own house felt like too much stimulation.
The kitchen lights would be too bright. The hum of the refrigerator would feel like it was vibrating inside her spinal cord. Her teenage daughter’s music would seep through the walls and into her chest. He…
