My name is Debbie and I’m an empath\bipolar. I heard you say ‘ Oh no! ‘
I came into my ‘ super power ‘ a while back not even knowing what was happening to me.
My behaviour could not even be classified as a psychiatric condition. It had a portfolio of its own.
When I came home ill after visiting friends of mine I would shrug it off as just being tired but it happened repeatedly and only with two of my close friends.
I’d come home depressed, having migraines, feelings of hopelessness and despondancy. Something was wrong.
One day by chance I came upon an article about empaths and I had a ‘wow’ moment – I was an empath. I knew that I had the ability to carry peoples feelings and I was like a sponge absorbing the negativity that was in their space.
Next step was to get myself out of these situations and regroup, meaning take a time out from toxic relationships.
I miss my friends but not their circumstances. I stand by them as long as I’m not physically in their space.
Being an empath is never easy especially when it comes to close relationships, partners try understand but its very difficult for them to understand the depth of your pain and negative feelings. Staying positive takes alot of ‘ me ‘ time and my grandsons help me regroup. A child is so open and full of life it refreshes my soul and I’m ready to take flight from there.
A close relative of mine is very ill at the moment resulting in me being quite ill too. Her and I were soul mates forever so once shes better I can face the world again. Her pain is mostly in her head area- leading to my vomitting and headaches at the current moment. So her and I are bound by more than just being blood family. My empathic powers are more profound where it regards her and my children.
So for now I go to work and back and try stay away from toxic people and situations. I find absolute solace in the confines of my bedroom surrounded by my crystals, angels and feathers. It keeps me calm.
Thank you for letting me express myself.