I'm a giver. I nurture people. It's who I am. It's in my nature.
Over the years, however, I've learned that without a proper give/take balance, being a giver does some really funny things to my psyche.
The Empathy Struggle
I'm an empath. Some days, it physically hurts to have to deal with the pain, heartache and hurt on this Earth. Some days, I find it absolutely overwhelming to navigate through the feelings and the emotions that come along with being a "feeler." I can rationalize with thoughts like It's not your feelings so you don't have to carry that burden, but the feelings are very strong. It can be very difficult.
Over time, however, I've found that I'm becoming "hardened" to the world. I'm absolutely still an empath — I don't believe that's something that will ever go away — but it seems like I'm becoming a little number as time passes.
The Beginning
My interest in the occult began when I was still in elementary school. My sisters and I had watched "The Craft" and later rounded up our friends to enact the "light as a feather, stiff as a board" scene.
