There. I said it.
In the past, I firmly rejected the label "Empath".
Why did I think that being an empath was for the birds? Because that's how we talk about it, guys.
For years I thought that being a highly sensitive person meant that something was wrong with me due to the terms victimy, squishy, and martyr-y connotations. I had been taught that a well developed sense of empathy meant I was doomed to curl up in the fetal position and live as a piece of bruised fruit-- Like it was some sort of life long low grade ague...but for feels.
"Fuck. Why couldn't I be clairvoyant? Or see ghosts? Or have uncanny precognition? Or be a good dancer? I get to be a walking-talking-paper cut with boundary issues?! This isn't a gift, it's ANNOYING."
We must protect ourselves. We must be careful. It's a curse. If you aren't careful you will be consumed by darkness, depression and poor health. Fun, healthy lives are for normal humans. You will end up insane because you have no discernment. You have the delicate constitution of a helpless fictional Victorian maiden...
Enough. Seriously. That story sucks.
I don't live in an Edwardian romance novel.
I oppose the commonly accepted narrative that empaths are pitiful, snowflakey marshmallows adrift in a poisonous world. There's enough weirdness, suffering and fear mongering floating aroud without us having to feed it crap we make up.
We become the stories we tell ourselves.
You know what?
I fucking love being an Empath.
Fucking. Love it.
What if I told you that your sensitivities--that your empathic abilities were really super powers?
What if I told you there was whole other side that has NOTHING to do with being miserable, lonely and drained, that is waiting, DYING for you to visit, tap in and play?
Let me count the ways We are devastating and powerful...
We make Kick Ass Mediators and RULE at Negotiating.
You know when it's super helpful to have a deep understanding of how everyone feels and can read body language like a hawk? When shit is hitting the fan, that's when.
Empaths/HSP kick ass at diffusing hot situations, mediating tense communications and getting what you want out of a negotiation--i.e. walking into your boss's office, asking for a raise and ACTUALLY getting more cake. BAM!
We OWN Romantic Relationships.
As mentioned previously, our communication skills are on point, which if used correctly can lead to the blossoming of deeply intimate, meaningful, healthy, long lasting romantic relationships. Being able to read your partner can also translate to a fantastically magickal life in the boudoir...
We are not desperate hot house orchids in the bedroom.
We are Agonizingly Lip-Bitingly Sexy.
The art of Seduction is knowing what someone wants--their deepest desire-- and giving it to them, very, very, slowly. As an Empath/HSP you instinctively know precisely how much attention, love, humor, teasing, space and praise (perhaps a little touch) to lavish on someone and exactly where on their soul (or ego) to apply it to make them feel like a million dollars...or make them want to die.
it is a very useful super power.
We know the Terrible Productive Beauty of Righteous Anger.
We WILL make you shit your pants. It's gonna happen.
Crafty empaths who like being empaths know that you can take all those scummy feelings you collect up and alchemize them into Weapons of Change. Love and Light don't make benefits, fundraisers, Justice, trauma counseling, Art, rallies. marches, demonstrations and other potent agents of social change occur--
But seething anger and hunger for action does.
Anger becomes a glorious force for Good when we channel it.
We are Life Juicers & Marrow Suckers.
We have the uncanny ability to be brought to tears by the right combination of colors, to get High as balls and trip on a hip crowd, to have every nerve in your body set on fire by music, to be transported to our ecstasy in nature, to get intellectually Switched On by the right beam of attention and chance encounter with a stranger at the grocery store...
While it can be ugly out there, we know the Beauty Buffet is also endless and we CRAVE IT.
All of it. Now.
Some circles might consider that a form of psychic vampirism.
Call it what you will. I call it AWESOME.
We Possess Fine Tuned Bullshit Detectors.
We do, honestly. No Joke. But what about the boundary issue horror stories, Molly?!
Trust me, I have them. We all have them. But here's the thing...
Boundary issues become a problem for us because we've been socialized to believe that being nice trumps everything (including your guts and common sense). God FORBID we aren't NICE.
THAT is what gets us in trouble, bunnies-- it's not our instincts, it's our niceness. But when we tell our Niceness Pixie to "fuck off" so we can hear ourselves think, we can sniff out a crook anywhere. Shitty landord? GONE. Thieving friend? GONE. Misogynist promoter? FIRED.
We are the Renegades The Earth is Thirsty For.
We make amazing healers, dynamic entertainers, talented teachers, genius artists of all kinds and Leaders.
Yeah, you heard me. LEADERS. Not whimpering, morose sponges plagued with energetic malaise...
Fucking Leaders. We make great bosses, business owners, coaches, spokespersons and role models because we know how how to wield words and actions to make people feel appreciated, actively listen and build them up.
So, Let's get our shit together, ground our crap, take excellent care of ourselves and THEN swim around, revel in, lick our fingers and Explode on the world like frightening, effective, confusing, technicolor creatures we're meant to be.
Let's tell ourselves a new story, sweethearts.
Forever In Awe of Your Weirdness,