If you Google “what is an empath?” ,”empath definition,” or something similar, your search will return this:
(chiefly in science fiction) a person with the paranormal ability to apprehend the mental or emotional state of another individual.
Don’t you love that; the little dig in the beginning; “chiefly in science fiction.”?
It’s the story of our lives, is it not? It has certainly been the story of mine.
Skeptics invalidate them, the metaphysical community marginalizes them, and the rest of humanity it seems only wants to underestimate and/or exploit them. Yes, every Empath is by definition empathetic, but not every empathetic person is an Empath. Many people have a highly calibrated emotional barometer and can sense the emotions and “energies” of other people. However, if you’re reading this I suspect that you have experienced far more than that.
Yes, we are compassionate, however we are not messianic.
Yes, we are highly emotional and feel deeply, however we are not hysterics.
Yes, we are optimistic, however we are not naive.
Our compassion exists within a sobering realism. We accept that things are simply as they are. Water cannot be stone, stone cannot be mist, and so on and so forth. We also understand the irony that both fire and frost can burn.
Our emotions run very deep and are often times fueled and exaggerated by those around us or those we are closely connected to. We are also keenly aware of when we experience that which does not belong to us. Yet, it is not always the emotion in and of itself that we react to; this is especially true of the negative emotions of others. Our adverse reactions often times comes from the exhausting struggle others have with accepting their own negative emotions and experiences, with accepting themselves. For it is within their struggle that we acknowledge our own. We too grapple with our demons, sort through the bones of the skeletons in our closets and flip past the well-read parts of our story to see the chapters we are often reticent to study.
Our optimism is not quantified by “hope springs eternal,” but rather by “it’s okay for things to not be okay.”
We exist in a state of perpetual twilight, a place where light and dark meet and begin to mix. It sounds like a beautiful existence, and while often times it is, there are just as many times that it is anything but. Yet even at it’s most harrowing, we rejoice in this existence. We rejoice because it is truth, and truth no matter it’s level of beauty or brutality is what we live for. Truth in all things is what we seek. It is our lifeblood, our motivating force, our aphrodisiac.
We are more than healers, we are also destroyers. If it is fallacy and comes into our cross hairs, we will obliterate it. The most grotesque of truths is exceedingly more pleasing to us than the most alluring lie. The masks you wear, the facade you hide behind, the barriers you erect will be disseminated and destroyed; sometimes gently, sometimes savagely. We are provocateurs; we will poke, pry, push, agitate and annoy. Anything to breach the walls.
All that come to know us are open books to us, whether they want to be or not (or whether we want them to be or not). Mystique is fleeting for us. Good thing for us we revel in truth as we do. Equally as good is that truth is usually stranger than fiction.
And with this, I welcome you;
You who are damned among the sacred
and sacred among the damned.
Let our journey into our shadowed selves begin…