I was describing to a friend how I am to listen and hold space for people to share what they are going through without it impacting me personally.
She said, “Oh, so you’re not an empath.”
I immediately felt myself go on high alert, my stomach tightened and I immediately responded, “No, I am definitely an empath.” Then I went on for two minutes on all the ways and reasons why I am empathetic.
While a small part of me thought “How can she not think I am empathetic?!”, my feelings were not my friend’s fault. They were a result of my identity wrapped up into being empathetic.
I hold much pride in my empathy. I admittedly have lots of ego wrapped up into my EQ which is directly linked to it. I’m not sure who I would be if being empathetic was taken from me.
My empathy is what has allowed me to survive my life, especially my childhood. Stripping away that part of my identity almost feels like stripping away my life vest. How can I survive without my life vest? Can I survive without my empathy?
Is there an attribute that you’d be insulted if someone said you aren’t that thing? When we overidentify and have a disproportionate amount of loyalty to any part of us, it is worth taking a closer look at why.
A daily practice challenges the person who creates on “inspiration.” We have to mother everyday, and ultimately, it is the daily grind that gives us perspective, clarity and the “high’s” of motherhood. I am exploring if the same happens when I write everyday on the topics that normally light me up – motherhood, self-development, healing and creating. Sign up here to receive those thought nuggets in your inbox on the daily.