As an empath, you might often find yourself running dry, feeling resentment pile up. You might feel unseen and unheard while you extend your own self to really hearing and seeing other people. In the past several months, I have been thinking more and more about why my empathy has become problematic instead of being a wonderful connector.
When I think about the past, I remember feeling extremely affected by the suffering in the world when I was a child. But I also remember a feeling of being connected to something bigger than myself, to an unending source of sustenance. I don’t know if it was God or Universal Energy or whether we can actually find a name for it, but there was something that I was very sure existed, something beyond me.
