The Life of An Empath

From birth Empaths have strong, deep reactions to their internal and external environments. Their feelings for others run very deep. They are capable of perceiving another human being, using cues that originate from their keen gifts of perception. They know when someone is psychologically, physically and emotionally dangerous when others are perfectly at ease with this individual. Empaths are highly tuned to their external environments and hear the slightest noises, smell acutely and see colors vividly. They can be disoriented easily in loud public venues where their senses are put on high alert. Empaths have a very difficult time blocking stimuli that is coming into their nervous systems and senses and are easily overwhelmed. They are capable of knowing instantaneously the unconscious intentions of another person whom they have just met. Of course when empaths share their intuitive knowledge with others, they are not believed and considered to be very strange or deluded.
The life of an empath is different from everyone else. It requires that this individual acknowledge that they must live differently – more quietly, calmly, with solitude, regular rest, quality sleep and the support of those who respect their unique qualities.
Discovering and using your creative gifts and immersing yourself in Nature are two of the most powerful ways the empath can evolve and heal. With deep caring for yourself and without judgment, explore the areas of creative endeavors that fascinate you – writing, painting, sewing, designing, cooking sketching, speaking, singing, creative movement. See what appeals to you and follow it. Nature is always there waiting to heal us whenever we immerse ourselves in her presence. A breeze, a tiny turning leaf, a spider spinning his web, birds chirping to one another, a butterfly that crosses our path – these daily experiences are here to meet our receptivity. In the photo is one of my favorites of Nature’s treasury: the delicate, undaunted, powerful, magnificent Hummingbird.

3 thoughts on “The Life of An Empath”

  1. I feel as though you were describing me, not personally, but you definitely hit the nail on the head. Some times being this way it’s very difficult to make friends, I’m a good listener and even that’s a bit of a curse, because I hear it all and although I don’t like to judge people, I find myself catching the bits of negativity they’re spewing and it just turns me off completely. I really haven’t found too many people like myself. I’m happy being alone too!

  2. Believe that is a Kingfisher, not a hummingbird…sorry I couldn’t let that pass. Kingfishers are solitary birds..which fit the article better than the social, squabbling hummingbird.

  3. I remember seeing an artist’s illustration as she imagined herself to look laid out in her own coffin. As disturbing as that may seem, that image has haunted me through my life only because, as an empath and victim of a family-full of narcissists, I have often thought how they would love it if I died. At times I have felt as though I am but a body floating through time, I have looked at myself in the mirror and said aloud, “What a horrible waste of a life that has so much to give the world.” They crushed my soul and shattered my heart. They would love it if I died; they would then wallow in the feigned sympathy of others while they fabricated all kinds of fables and fibs; she had “depression” and they tried so hard to do “everything they possibly could for her.”

    The exhaustion that follows the fight just to survive having your soul robbed from you from the time you were a baby, your earliest memory of the first severe physical beating you took from your father at age two and a half, while your mother screamed for him to stop, knowing now he intended to kill me. All my life he has intended to kill me in every possible way, spiritually, physically, emotionally, psychologically, financially. And my fight to survive has turned into cancer but that I can heal more easily than I can the malignant trauma of every conceivable abuse by those who most think of as “immediate family.” Then there is the betrayal of my covert narcissistic sister, and the memories that surface now and then of the psychological abuses my mother inflicted, though I have forgiven her almost completely now that she is gone. I loved her far more than she ever loved me.

    Then the peace of God comes over me, and I find unfathomable depths of pity for any human being so bereft of moral fiber that like a vampire, their only sustenance is the control of others and their own uncontrollable avarice. My prayer is to forgive my father and sister who are still alive, in every possible way, to ask God forgiveness in all ways, and though I forgive, unless the narcissist is able to humble himself long enough to repent, not for me, but for his blasphemous ways, I hope to never have to see him again, alive or dead. I pray to carry my cross until the end and have learned to accept my life as it is; my reward is not in this lifetime, but in the next. The most important thing for us to remember is to refuse to allow hatred or resentment to poison our hearts.

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