I Am An Empath

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Being human is hard enough but I’m cursed with being an Emotionally Receptive Empath.

What does that mean?

It means that I am receptive to other people’s emotions. I absorb others’ emotions and feelings. It causes me extreme mental fatigue. I often experience emotional overload, physical exhaustion, and sometimes environmental sensitivities.

I thrive on solitude. I need my alone time to recharge and refresh, in order to face another day, another encounter with others. I feel at peace when I’m alone in nature.

I’m a good listener and have an immense desire to help people with their problems. The problem with that is that it is physically exhausting. I can’t seem to recognize when I need to step away.

Violence and cruelty cause me great pain and heartache. Some current affairs upset me so much that I get a headache. I have to walk away from the tv, internet, or other media.

I always thought this was normal; a normal state of being human. I learned about 10 years ago that this is not the case. I’m not normal. I don’t fit in with most others. My circle of friends is small. In fact, most of those in my circle are people who bring a light wherever they go; they are a source of positive charge!

Many people over the years have told me I’m too emotional or made fun of me because I’m emotional over something that they are not. It’s not my fault.

I Am An Empath!

There are more traits of being an empath. If you would like to learn more please visit:  30 Traits of an Empath. If you would like to take a test to see if you are an empath, please visit:  Empath Test. You may be surprised at what you find out!

Smiling

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I’m not much of a poet but I keep finding things I’ve written and stashed away so I thought I’d share.

Smiling

Smiling at little children, smiling at kittens at play.

A smile among a million gets me through the day.

If I can’t laugh, if I can’t smile

What kind of life would it be?

I must keep smiling, instead of crying

While in my heart I feel I’m dying.

I’ll keep fighting to the end

And smiling, smiling.

My friend.

The Withdrawal, Oops.

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I’ve had some sleep problems this past couple of months. It became evident to me just 2 days ago (because apparently, I’m a bit slow) that my sleeplessness was a result of medication withdrawal. I had been taking a medication for nerve pain twice a day and decided that I would go off of it because I really didn’t think it was helping much. I didn’t just stop cold turkey. I knew to reduce slowly. I Started taking it once a day instead of twice and did that for about 2 months. Had some restlessness at night. Had a bit of itchiness. It never occurred to me that it was the medication, or rather the lack of…

Then Tuesday night before bed, I was lazy and didn’t take one at all. I figured what the heck. It’s just one night and I want to stop taking it anyway.

That night I was awake all night. I itched all night long. I felt like I had bugs. I never fell asleep at all! I was up at 5am. At this point, I had been awake since Monday morning. I tried to take a nap. Nothing happened. I was tired and I needed to sleep but something was preventing me from sleeping.

Late Wednesday night, before bed, I remembered I hadn’t taken that medication Tuesday night. I looked up the symptoms of withdrawal. Bingo. Duh me.

Sleep disturbances and frantic itching. (Among other very serious symptoms, so I was lucky.)

I made sure to take the medication when I went to bed Wednesday night. I slept well, with no itching. I took it again in the morning. Back to twice a day now, and I think I’ll stay ON the medication because my pain level has improved a bit already. I guess it WAS helping after all.

Slept like a baby last night….without the bedwetting, of course!

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Friday’s Funnies – My Faves This Week

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Friday, Friday….. Here we are again! I hope I’m not repeating funnies I have shared before. It’s hard to remember, so please forgive repeats if there are any!

First a funny joke, kind of a corny one, but funny! Enjoy!

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A frog goes into a bank and approaches the teller. He can see from her nameplate that her name is Patty Whack.

“Miss Whack, I’d like to get a $30,000 loan to take a holiday.”

Patty looks at the frog in disbelief and asks his name. The frog says his name is Kermit Jagger, his dad is Mick Jagger, and that it’s okay, he knows the bank manager.

Patty explains that he will need to secure the loan with some collateral.

The frog says, “Sure. I have this,” and produces a tiny porcelain elephant, about an inch tall, bright pink and perfectly formed.

Very confused, Patty explains that she’ll have to consult with the bank manager and disappears into a back office.

She finds the manager and says, “There’s a frog called Kermit Jagger out there who claims to know you and wants to borrow $30,000, and he wants to use this as collateral.” She holds up the tiny pink elephant. “I mean, what in the world is this?”

(You’re gonna love this.)

The bank manager looks back at her and says, “It’s a knickknack, Patty Whack. Give the frog a loan. His old man’s a Rolling Stone.”

(You sang it, didn’t you? Yeah, I know you did.)

Never take life too seriously.

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Think carefully about your wishes….

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Yummy.

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Me. Every. Damn. Day.

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Poor doggy!

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Seriously? Pilots that need braille? Another reason to never fly!

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Who in their right mind????

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Haha!

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Ouch!

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Pretty close resemblance, don’t ya think?

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Nice kitty….

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Sleep Eludes Me

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5am. I’m up. I can’t say that I’ve awakened because I never went to sleep.

It’s bad enough I have chronic pain that keeps me from doing the things I have enjoyed all of my life. To grieve that loss is depressing but to now have restful slumber taken away is almost unbearable. My only solace is that I can take a 2 or 3-hour nap this afternoon.

It’s getting old. Night after night. I go to bed when I’m sleepy. Some nights I’m sleepy at midnight, some nights it doesn’t come until 1 or 2am. I STILL toss and turn (not really, mobility issues and all) until nearly 5am before I fall asleep. Not this morning. I was so sick and tired of lying there, not sleeping… I just threw the covers back and got out of bed.

I have tried over-the-counter sleep aids, teas specifically for sleep, breathing exercises and meditation, and multiple other little things to help me get my restful night. Nothing seems to freakin’ help. My body and mind alike need to rest!

My therapist says that during our lifetime, our sleep patterns change and perhaps we won’t always need 8 hours of sleep each night. I can accept that. I would be happy with just 5 hours of restful and restorative sleep, but to not have any sleep at all? It’s just nuts.

My days are long and boring the way it is since I can’t do the things I’d really like to do. I’m in pain and pain is exhausting! Sleep has always been my refuge. When asleep, I didn’t have to think about the pain. There was no depression. Sleep was an escape from the reality of my life.

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What do you do when you can’t sleep?