Stability of Commiseration

It’s here again. Withering, breathing life into itself. It knows it does not belong, but I fight to distinguish where to place it, or how long it’s been there growing and self-feeding. It happens so frequently that I have begun to lose myself in its promises, lies and manipulation. Sometimes, it really isn’t so bad, offering jovial perspectives and ethereal highs. Other times, well it robs me, stealing my joy, filling me with rage and lies that create discontentment. Either way I have lost where I begin and it merges, like an emotional transfusion I never requested it runs through my core claiming all it touches as its own.

This poorly maintained, carnival ride of emotional scrambling is exactly what it feels like to be an empath who lacks the control to prevent the manipulation from the ravaged, loose emotions emanating from every single object that holds energy.

Can you imagine all the things we touch? Can you imagine all the things that get touched by other people you encounter? Learning to shield and identify what is yours and what is theirs is vital to the survival of self!

Think back to the last time you were submerged in sudden, contradictory emotions. Now, in hindsight can you see they were not your own but an unintentional oozing poison that seeped into you? Being an empath can be difficult and daunting when unrecognized and uncontrolled. Now that you know find your antidote, regain yourself and help heal others with your ability.

Thank you for taking time to read this blog. I am here, sending you inspiration, insight, and strength for what lies ahead in your own self-discovery and connection with Spirit. I hope somewhere between the lines of what I share and don’t fully say you find inspiration and revelations about yourself and your own journey. Please, if so inspired leave a comment. Your feedback will help me better generate topics suited to you, the reader.