Horrible sh*it happens and then life simply goes on.
I can’t even begin to imagine how my relatives overseas are dealing with all of this unexpected sadness.
They still have to get up and go to work, get their kids ready for school, feed them, help with homework and even follow through with a children’s birthday gathering. I can’t even grasp the concept of doing all of that while being on the receiving end of tons of condolence calls and making the necessary arrangements.
One thing is for sure, if I were in their shoes, you would definitely find me curled up in a ball in a corner somewhere, not wanting to talk to anyone and just wanting everyone to leave me alone so that I can be alone.
I wish that I could find a way to NOT pick up other people’s emotional vibes.
I already know that I am an introvert but up until a few years ago, I really didn’t know what an “empath” was. But I’ve since discovered realized that’s exactly what I am – an empath (cute video here or more informative video here).
Looking back at my childhood and growing up, it’s so clear now.
One definition states that “empathy is the action of understanding, being aware of, being sensitive to, and vicariously experiencing the feelings, thoughts, and experience of another of either the past or present without having the feelings, thoughts, and experience fully communicated in an objectively explicit manner.”
Which leads me to wonder – Am I attracted to writing because I’m an empath?
I mean, writing involves putting yourself into the shoes of your characters, making them believable and conveying how they feel to your readers, right?
It’s food for thought.
What do you think? Are you an empath? What strategies do you use to cope?