Michelle Smith
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Life of an Empath
Being an empath is a blessing and a curse. I started to notice as I got older that for some reason I seem much happier and sadder at times and had absolutely no idea why. It all started when I was minding my own business standing in line at a Safeway. All of a sudden I noticed that there was a single mother with 3 children in line in front of me. As she was trying to calm her children she shakingly grabbed her WIC check out of her purse, glancing around as if someone was watching her. Now this is where it gets weird. All of a sudden I felt so anxious. Almost as if I were having another panic attack. But today it was different. I felt strange almost as if I was standing in this woman’s shoes, as I also started shaking, I had no idea why. As a not-so-gentleman shouted from the end of the line “oh there goes the WIC check!” I instantly turned around and yelled at this man. The woman was clearly embarrassed but I felt like I was speaking for this woman. Almost as if her words were coming out of my mouth. This guy was obviously a jerk. No doubt. But after I finished yelling at this man, I paid for my stuff and just started sobbing in my car. I had no idea why I was so sad, maybe because I felt so bad for this woman but I was still unsure. All I know is I could FEEL the way this woman was feeling.
By Michelle Smith6 years ago in Humans