Empathy What Is It Good For?
I see things normal people don’t.
I feel things normal people don’t.
I hear things normal people don’t.
Because of what I see, feel, and hear, it drove me to end my life.
The world was too much for me.
I couldn’t take the abuse after living in a world a life of hate for 55 years.
Casual cruelty bolstered with a good dose of hypocrisy.
Talking a good game but never following through what love requires of all of us.
I had mistakenly, it turned out, convinced myself there was no more love.
No more love in the world.
No more love for me.
I was a loser.
No career.
No job.
No money.
No friends.
Everything I pursued failed.
By every measure of our Western society, I was a washout.
I couldn’t understand why people were so uncaringly cruel.
Cruel to each other.
Cruel to the people I love.
Cruel to me.
Stop!
A little voice told me to stop.
Don’t leave yet.
That little voice outside of me asked me to give love one more chance.
I had no more trust left in me.
I didn’t know what was wrong or right anymore.
So I listened.
And listened.
I learned that I wasn’t entirely wrong.
The world doesn’t understand love like I do.
At 55, I was diagnosed as an INFJ empath.
I was correct in being depressed with the world around me.
As Dylan sings, how many ears must one many have before he can hear people cry?
I had heard that song since it first came out.
Nobody was listening.
Nobody.
I pleaded with the sky…
You can’t hear people cry.
You can’t hear me.
What is normal?
Empaths are not normal.
I know now why I’m not norma now.
I see, feel, and hear things the average person doesn’t.
Just like a dog who can see, hear, and smell things people can’t.
You have to ask yourself, does the dog live a better life than you or not?
The dog can hear that tear that falls in the silence of your room.
The dog can see the lonely person sitting awake all night in the darkness.
The dog can smell the fear of life and death.
Dogs and empaths are alike that way.
I’m here to tell you it’s not a good thing to feel the pain of everyone around you.
Empathy what is it good for?
I have since learned to build filters, barriers, boundaries over the past six years.
I listened to that small voice tell me I needed to be what I was born to be.
No longer in pain, but to be free and let the world know it can do better.
To be on guard.
Now while the world sleeps and the dark side of humanity works to take love out of the world.
Outside tied up… that shadow at your door...
I’m the dog barking in the night.
Wake up!
Peace.
DFrey
