sensitive | Elyse Hughes Writer

Cloudy With A Chance Of Ennui

When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I want to do is go back to sleep. Because: Sometimes, often I sleep badly and actually...

Decompression Mondays

I’d been feeling angsty and in my head, like I was very possibly too tender for this world where everything feels more intense than it is...

The First Week Of June (+ Summer Self-Care Strategy)

Growing up, June was endless pool days, playing Marco Polo, Fish Out of Water, Colors. Swimming, splashing, screaming, squealing glee...

Why I Don't Write

One of the reasons I don’t write as much as I can is because somewhere along the line from dream to business conception to the pursuit of...

Getting Somewhere

When I first started writing Big Blogs, it was my way of sharing deeper and speaking truer. I’d been doing that in writing my first book,...

Rejecting The Olive Branch

I didn’t want to forget the time before the struggles began sloughing off like old, dry skin. A time when every aspect of life except my...

On Fear

You have nothing else to do and nowhere else to be. There’s only this. This page. These ideas. Now is all that matters. That’s what I...

The Dailies

A gathering of dishes in the sink. The yard begging for water under a scorching desert sun. A litter box of pits and dunes, crusty...

Why Being Self-Absorbed Is Essential To Self-Caring

Someone recently brought to my attention that there’s a difference between self-care and being self-absorbed. As if I didn’t know, but...

Beanbag Mornings

I sat on the oversized beanbag that filled our living room beyond max capacity, and plopped a square velvet pillow in the diamond of my...

I'm An HSP

Every damn day felt like starting over. My collection of crap habits was as extensive as the library in Beauty and the Beast. I had so...