I think it happens to all of us from time to time. The world comes rushing at us, jabbing us with vicious punches of violence and hatred. The clamor and outcries climb toward their shattering crescendo. The feeling of all the feels becomes overwhelming. The noise goes from grating to unbearable in sixty seconds flat. Our internal alarms sound, and we know we must seek shelter in our safe places.
This week has been a test for me, and, Im sure, for many of you as well. The news of the horrid, cowardly attacks in Paris have left us reeling, and they have left us feeling. The thought of possible pending attacks has left us edgy and guarded. I have run the spectrum of emotions from sadness, to anger, to hopelessness, and back to hope again.
In addition to the news of the terrorist attacks we have the ongoing onslaught of political debate that will ride our backs until next November. Social media has become a perilous place laced with opinions and anger. Oh, how I long for the days when my newsfeed was overrun with pictures of friends’ ridiculously cute little ones doing all manner of ridiculously cute things.
Off internet, I have friends who are struggling through difficult days. Friends who have lost loved ones or are watching as their loved ones deteriorate. I want to pull them all into a collective hug so tight it will squeeze the pain away. If I could chose one superpower it would be to have the ability to heal.
When you are an empath, or even if you have empathetic tendencies, your life is directly and seriously impacted by the feelings of those around you. You feel others’ emotions as deeply as you feel your own, and your energy is affected by the things that surround you. You can imagine the sensory overload that can result, and you can see why it leads to a bone-deep fatigue.
It is difficult, at times such as these, to maintain a positive outlook. It would be far easier to revert back to one’s prior negative tendencies. Allowing that to happen, though, would be allowing the wrong people and the wrong things to win. And so we find ways to fight back, to climb out of the darkness, and to continue to look for the good.
When the world makes me weary, I look to each of you. I pause to think of the amazing traits that you possess that led me to welcome you into my circle. I recall the pure and kind acts that I have witnessed you perform. I remember your words – words that changed a day, a week, a life. I feel the warmth and the safety that radiates from each of you, and I am enveloped by love and compassion.
When the world makes me weary, it is each of you who restores my energy. It is you who guides me back toward the light and drives me to continue to encourage and motivate those around me. It is each of you using your collective superpowers to heal a damaged should. It is you who makes me whole again.