As a newly discovered empath, I’ve come to realize who I am and why I do certain things the way I do them. Due to being a full-time content writer, I’ve ignored writing just for the sake of writing, being so conscious about what I want to say.
As a professional content writer, you learn how to structure your words in a way that will get people to read your content and, unfortunately, most of the time, ignore your natural ability to just write.
Among all the craziness of having to write to make money, you leave behind your creativity and ultimately your soul. If clients had to know what really goes on in your head, as an empath and content writer, they’d think you were a big-time tree hugger.
For the first time in a really long time, I write not with the intent to make money, but to share my thoughts in a way that fellow empaths can relate to.
1. Fitting in isn’t part of your everyday reality
You believe it when people look at you strangely, because surely you must be strange. The way that you see and feel things is different to most individuals you will meet in your life.
You never seem to fit in—and, being a human being, you naturally want to fit in. However, I can remember from a very young age, coming home crying after school because something happened that day that made me feel left out.
One incident after another, not knowing why, I’d ask my mother who’d say, “It’s better to stand out than to fit in with the crowd.” That would make me feel better for a short while, but as I got older and reached my teens, the need to fit in became stronger.
When I reached my mid-twenties, I started accepting the fact that I may never fit in with the majority. It’s only now, at the age of 26, that I have a name for what I am and that’s where I fit in—not with the majority, but with the minority.
2. Being different comes with the territory
Life on a daily basis can be quite challenging at times. Dealing with everyone’s emotions, even though I don’t want to, can make a simple day very draining.
Trying to explain that to someone who doesn’t know what it feels like is like trying to explain why the color green is not blue. They look at you strangely. I feel emotions more deeply than the average person, and I would say normal, but what’s normal for you may not be normal for me. Looking at the person standing next to the street begging can cause me to feel their emotions without even asking them how they’re doing.
I used to dream about shapes and music, and the feelings that went along with different shapes. Trying to explain the color green to a non-empath is a lot easier than trying to explain what a shape feels like. Trust me. Not only do they think you’re extremely odd, but someone once asked me if I smoke an illegal substance (which I don’t for those who may be wondering).
3. What being an empath really feels like
Before I go off-track with what I’m trying to explain, let me get back to it. Being an empath in a world that’s completely focussed on getting ahead, finding the next best thing and ignoring all the details going on in the background makes for an extremely challenging task to fit in.
I hate to break it to you: if you’re a newly discovered empath, you may never fit in unless you find some of your own kind. They may not necessarily be tree huggers. Personally, I care about animals and human rights, and I enjoy nature, but I also enjoy the finer things in life.
I enjoy looking pretty, doing my hair, eating cake and watching movies. I’m not a hippy, nor do I have anything against anyone who is. Yes, I’m against hunting for the wrong reasons and wearing fur, but I also have leather cowboy boots and I eat meat.
Being an empath doesn’t mean that you live in a forest and protest against tree-cutting. It simply means that you’re more connected to the world, which, in some cases, can be a blessing. At other times, it’s a curse—especially with the state that the world is in, with wars and crime, poverty and horrific abuse among human beings and animals.
4. What life as an empath eventually becomes
Now that I’ve discovered a name for me other than what I was given at birth, it’s all fitting into place. I started writing before I knew I was an empath, not knowing that most empaths either write or do something creative and calming to reclaim their minds. We nurture in order to heal what’s broken, and we love in ways that, if fully accepted, can move planets.
However, I’ve also come to discover that finding someone who knows how to love an empath can be tricky. It takes someone special to be there when the day has been rough—not to fix it, but just to listen to how bizarre it was, to understand when life gets too noisy and how solitude is necessary in order to collect yourself again.
If you’re an empath like me, please know that you’re not alone. You’re not crazy for feeling things the way you do. Someone will come along who will know how to love you. It may not be the first person you meet, and it may take quite a few frogs to meet Prince Charming, but he will show up—and when he does, it’ll all make sense. How do I know that? Because I’m an empath.
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