Empath, I am.

You might think I’m crazy (and I freely admit that I am…) but the more I’ve been reading up and learning about this topic, the less crazy I feel.

What It’s Like to Be an Empath

This past weekend was the FIRST time in—in—decades? that I didn’t experience anxiety and heavy sadness when stepping foot into a cemetery. First. Time. I believe this is because I’m slowly learning how to shield myself from emotions that are not my own. Not to mention I strongly felt the presence of the friend who passed away around everyone all week so that in itself was comforting. Sad of course, but comforting.