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I’ve lived with this heightened awareness and (excessive?) empathy for as long as I can remember. It doesn’t feel like it’s my choice to look for those signs in others of discomfort, pain, inner struggle.
I just feel it. Notice it.
And I struggle with deciding who and when to offer some type of support.
I want to fix it all.
I have my own issues that need fixing. I meet very few fellow empaths. People that are willing to carry my struggles with me. But even when others try, I struggle to convey the depth of the pain.
In contrast, I feel the depth of pain in others. Sometimes without them saying a single word.
I see how heavy the darkness…
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