Random factoid of the day. I am an empath. Yes, you heard it right. I, Jessica Ann Perry, am a real life empath.
“What the hell is an empath?”
Now don’t get your knickers in a twist my dear reader, I will tell you.
You can look it up online and what you will find is tons of articles, some a little on the hoodoo voodoo side of things (no judgement), and they will pour over countless signs that you two might be an empath.
I’ll short hand it for you.
I FEEL TOO MUCH.
I feel everything. I feel my own feelings, I feel others feelings, and when I’m done feeling those feelings I go on to feel fictitious character’s feelings as well.
I feel the feelings of the Earth, the moon, and the stars.
Okay I may have run a little wild with that last one, but I think you see what I mean.
I have known who I am for some time now, through my road to self discovery, but I never really understood what it meant. I thought I knew everything I could, but that’s the thing about thinking you’ve learned it all. At some point in your life you find out you don’t.
What it all boils down to is that I have a greater capacity for empathy than some others. I can feel other people’s moods. The closer I am to someone the more I feel what they are feeling. The danger is sometimes I get confused on which is my feelings and which is theirs.
Others can also sense that I am an empath, whether it is conscious or subconsciously done. So many people, strangers even, will talk to me and before I know it I am listening to their life story and helping them to work through some of their problems.
My husband says that would drive him crazy, but me, I love it. I love that people feel comfortable around me. I love that people can sense that they will get no judgement from me. I welcome any and all who want to talk to me, share their life stories, or just talk about something that is bothering them. I can’t always help, but I can listen. This makes me feel good.
The negative to being an empath is getting over the fact that people need you; until they don’t.
I’m not saying that it is impossible to make long lasting friendships as an empath, but it is my belief that I was chosen to help people. When my friendships that I have put time into simply fade away I now take comfort in the idea that they no longer need me. Just call me the Mary Poppins of friendships.
I’m in, I fix what’s wrong, and I’m out.
I emphasized the word ‘now’ because I didn’t always take it so well. I thought that there must of been something wrong with me. Maybe I wasn’t good enough. Self doubt took over for many years before I realized that maybe it wasn’t me. Maybe it was God’s design (or the universe’s depending on your belief system) to make room for new friendships. New people in need of someone who listens.
I can define many eras in my life by the friends I had and most of those people I no longer talk to on a regular basis. I make friends, I lose friends. Some stay, and most go. My only hope is that all of the people I have been friends with over the course of my life, know that no matter how much times passes, no matter how long we go without talking, that if they ever needed a friend to talk to… I’m here.