I found out about empathy years ago. It was during my Google Plus years, which was a place where I was sharing many of the things about my thoughts and my poems, etc. I once mentioned that I have a hard time being around certain people or being in certain places, and a person told me it sounds to them I was empathic. Not just a person with empathy, but something different. Something deeper. 

After quite a bit of research, I realized they were correct, and I also realized I didn’t like it. Not one bit. Even though it explained so much about my life and my feelings and my viewpoints about the world, I didn’t like it. Did it mean I’ve never been myself? Have my emotions never my emotions? When I was happy, was I truly? When I was angry, was I truly? Have my thoughts never been my thoughts? If not, then who was I, really? Who was the one who wrote all those poems and short stories? Was it me, or some other person’s thoughts and emotions that infiltrated my mind? Had I been living other people’s hopes and dreams all my entire life and I never actually knew it?

Like I said, though, that was years ago. Since then, I have kind of come to terms with what it means to be empathic. I’m not saying I now like it, but I have kind of accepted it. Almost. There are still a few empathic seeds I need to pull, which have grown like weeds. Constantly there, always right in your face and demanding attention. Those are what I plan on plucking with this blog. Those are what the Divine has told me I need to pluck, so here I am.

Empathy is a tricky thing, I have learned. There have been many times when I went into a store or restaurant in a good mood, and suddenly found myself in a bad mood. Or angry. Or depressed. Once I’d learned it was empathy doing this, I also learned how to block the empathy. I learned how to make shields and I learned how to ground. Unfortunately, I learned it a little too well. I learned it so well, I could do it without even trying. Anytime something came up that caused my mood to change unexpectedly, I blocked it. I stopped it. 

That is not a good thing when it comes to working with spirits. One thing about working with spirits is they are needing someone to help them sort out their feelings. They are needing someone to help them find out why they are stuck. What caused them to be stuck. Emotions are huge when it comes to missing the light. But enough of that, now. I was just told by the divine to change gears and start talking about my seeds when it comes to writing, so I guess that’s where I’m going. I also got to start with today’s prompt on WordPress, so I’m heading there now.