Too Sensitive
Cut along the dashed lines and pass the cards around the table.
What's your go-to comfort ritual when the world feels too loud, and did the book make you appreciate it more?
Where were you, and what were you wrapped up in, when a page of this book first made you feel really seen?
Has anyone ever called you 'too sensitive'? How did it feel to read a book that treats that word so kindly?
Which part of the book felt like a warm hand on your shoulder, and why do you think it landed that way?
What small, everyday things (sounds, textures, crowds, a certain tone of voice) affect you more than people might guess?
Who in your life makes you feel safe having big feelings, and what do they do that helps?
Did the book shift how you talk to yourself on a hard day? If so, what gentler words would you like to keep using?
By the last pages, how did your feelings about sensitivity change, and what would you tell a younger you who was feeling it all at once?