•Solace for an Empath•
There are these sweet moments of existing as an empath when I am able to pull out of someone exactly what it is they need to release and let remain the pieces they must have left secure. Yet I still see those shards embedded into their being, them in their entirety as a whole vessel. Each component adding value but a sum greater than its parts. I believe that one of the greatest things we can give someone is to make them feel seen, the fragments and the totality.
The bitter irony though is that empaths themselves are rarely seen. We are the watchers existing in shadows. At times I feel like I am haunted by ghosts, the voices of someone's depths speaking to me, sharing secrets most often filled with pangs not revealed to most. It can be overwhelming and feel as if it is my own. In attempts to self preserve I have to disconnect from listening but it is in those times of complete silence I feel the most alone.
However lonely those junctures are for me, they are critical to my own psyche. Sorting out the other from within, to tune in to the prana and reconnect to what is the essence of me. Without that, I would be lost in the script of others. And it is only once I have safely grabbed the crux of my being, that I can then slowly turn back up the volume of the souls around me.