Beginning of an Empath

Throughout my younger formative years, I was often ridiculed, and criticized by others who I called ”close.” It was difficult for others to understand me, and more difficult for me to allow others to become close to me. I have always wondered why I would often go home, and feel utterly drained from the stress of school and home. Why was I being drained? Why did I allow myself to be drained? I numerously asked myself.

During school, I was the kid often bullied and picked on for my ”small” size. With the bullying I often avoided others to ease the pain. I would often be walking down the hallways and then tripped on purpose by a jock as we used to call them. I would be overyjoyed with the ability to go to class up until my books were knocked out of my hands. People watched, people laughed but I persevered.

Often times during school I would end up in alley fights, or tackled while sitting in my desk for no reason. During the fight, I always attempted to throw punches but never had the full and true ability to strike. My first strike was directed towards a person I considered a “friend.” Whenever my fist hit his face though, there was no power behind the gesture. Even though he wanted to hurt me, I didnt want to hurt him. I have always had a tendency of falling back when it came to standing up for myself and others...due to my small size and puny voice.

Still today, I have never wanted to hurt another soul. I would rather speak with the person and resolve the conflict with words, meaning to heal. Once I discovered what was occuring with me, and why I couldnt hurt others as they have hurt me I begun to realize why. I begun to read numerous online articles...I can still hear the dial-up tone in my head waiting for the article to show. I studied others interactions, I studied myself and most importantly I learned what was occuring with my soul, passion, and heart.

I was a newborn empath revealing light instead of darkness. I wanted to cure those with broken souls and hearts. The discovery of empath was a significant step for me in my formative years, it allowed me to reflect situations from my past which led me to mend others in terms of the abuse and neglect recieved as a child. I discovered the perfectly imperfect side of myself and others, and understood that the cause of their doings is not primarily from the soul but caused due to the occurrences that they have been dealing with at home, and in general life committments.

This journal will be a reflection of my past experience, and steps that I managed to take while living with a dysfunctional family. What led me to want to understand others interactions? What led me to discover the journey of becoming an empath? Through being introduced to drugs at a young age by family members, to being introduced to alcohol. To being controlled, and manipulated, and discovering others emotions in relation to the abuse being portrayed to me as a child.

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