r/Empaths

There is a pain in life when we have people who love us, but in their conditions. What a waste of energy when love is intertwined with control.
How can they not see the beauty in the expansive feeling of love that lights up like a golden light within, and where you feel like the whole universe is within you — peace floods your head and life in every cell of your body. How beautiful it is to feel such love.
Instead, humans make it all complicated with control, obsession, conditioning and call it love, which feels more like death than life. Feels like being trapped inside a cave with no breathe and your limbs giving up on life.
Why would someone who loves you put you through that horrible feeling, which they call love, when they can otherwise give you the most precious on earth?
Will they ever realize how hurtful their expression of love has been?

When they come home from work and have had a sh!tty, and that energy fills every corner of the apartment....

How do you cope with it? It's like I feel the anger, rage, every slam of the cabinet, stomp on floor..all of it.

I've tried secluding/isolating myself, but it doesn't help. I feel anxiety now, when I didn't before. The passive/ aggressive too.

What is most exhausting is trying to hold back your tears with everything you've got. The first time, you might still manage, but with every subsequent time you fight them off, it gets harder and harder until eventually you just can't anymore. The tears have to come out.

Do you know what I mean?

Hey ya’ll so Im a social butterfly, i can easily make friends and i truly enjoy being social. There are days i love being alone too.

But i noticed that by being empathetic and social you meet people who can tell you their whole life story on your first meeting, i mean that is fine but there are some who use you as a free therapist.

Last week was insane there were like 5 people who trauma dumped on me non stop with the same problem everyday.

I stopped answering their calls cause i know my boundaries.

I lost all motivation, i feel lethargic and sick.

How do you deal and recoup back the energy spent by being the listener of an energy vampire?

I feel like i wanna isolate myself for awhile cause some people are draining 🤣

Sometimes I really wish I could just flip my humanity off like in Vampire Diaries. I am too emotional for this world. I am too much of an empath. I feel too much. I am too sensitive. And it makes my life just harder. So how to not care? I wish I could.
My parents told me to just get over it when my bunny died. It’s just a bunny. That I am too emotional and sensitive and that I wouldn’t be able to come through life like this. I cried for days. The most empathy I feel is towards animals. I couldn’t stand seeing my bunny laying at the vet waiting to be put down. Their suffering is another level of pain. Today her sister died aswell 2 months after of uteral cancer. I was there before she got put to sleep. But seeing her laying so exhausted and tired when she was once full of life and always eating really killed me. Seeing her taking her last breath was so heartbreaking. Even if I knew that she went in peace, I can’t find peace. Whenever I look at their cage I have to cry, seeing anything related to them makes me cry.
Even 2 months after her sisters passing I had nightmares of her being alive and then dying. Yesterday I noticed that the other one wasn’t doing well so my dad went to the vet with her today but that night I had nightmares of them both dying again and again because I knew something was probably off and she was eventually gonna die.
It’s just bunnies why would I cry so much. I am too sensitive and emotional and the pain of that is really bad thinking about how they are not there anymore. I can’t comprehend that after death there is nothing.

I wish I didn’t notice everything. I wish I didn’t notice the shift in people’s tone, eye movement, slight hesitation. I wish I could just exist in a room without observing every single unspoken thought or deep breath. Every tension, or every crack in the foundation of the conversation. But, I can’t and it’s exhausting. My mind is constantly analyzing and preparing for what might go wrong even when it doesn’t. My body is constantly preparing for a war that is called life. I am jealous of people who don’t think or can’t feel everything so deeply. I am jealous of those that can just leave a conversation where it ended. I am jealous of those who don’t remember every thought that truly should not be remembered. Sometimes I feel that life is for those who don’t feel everything and I am jealous. I pick up on small changes in facial expressions when they answer disingenuously. Or when topic of conversation changes immediately when I try to open up to someone without giving my openness any consideration. After 42 years of my existence, I have finally realized my place in people’s lives and it’s not in theirs or even close.