Could you be a Sleeping Empath?
“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” — George Orwell
It took quite a long time for me to see that I was an Empath. I remember the day I heard the word…
“I hear that you tune into others’ emotions. You’re pretty spiritual too, right? Maybe you’re an Empath…” the woman said as she made my sandwich on my lunch break from work. My world opened like the sudden release of mental inflammation.
I’d never heard of such a thing. I was however acutely aware of the struggle I’d faced since what seemed like birth. You know the one: insecure, exiled, apart from the herd — a free-thinker, as it were. I always had some self-righteous resistance to following the flock. I never wanted to conform. For a long while, punk rock had my answers, as those angry guys and gals seemed to speak the dissident language of my soul. But, now this — Empath. It was an elegant new word which I had to digest.
As I eased into accepting this curious noun as a part of my identity, my life seemed to make more and more sense. But, what I didn’t realize was that the concept of the Empath has built within it an