The Pros & Cons of Being an Empath



There’s an upside and a downside to being a Psychic Empath. And then there’s the crazy side that I have tried to hide. *Spoiler Alert: This post is about to get weird (so if weird, weirds you out, you might want to stop reading here). See, Empaths are people with the paranormal ability to apprehend the mental or emotional state of another individual. Sounds cool, huh? Well, I guess you could say that. But that’s not until the Empath learns how to manage the fact that they feel and feel and feel and feel and feel and feel…. just about everything around them. In other words, knowing how the entire grocery store is feeling at the same time can be like OMG overwhelming…if not downright terrifying and super exhausting. And I’m not exaggerating. Which is the reason why most Empaths prefer to go shopping when the stores are sprinkled with very few people. Which is also why, as a kid, I usually preferred to stay in the car. Sometimes even as an adult, when I’m riding with others, I’ll still pick the inside of the car over the inside of a store.

“You wanna come Elle?” “No, I’m good. I brought a book.” Okay.

Sooooooo... Does that mean that Empaths can see/feel…uh…ghosts??? Well, let’s just say that we pick up on energy, really really good. Even when we would much rather mind our own business. And that brings me to the upside. See, ladies and gentlemen, once we get passed being freaked out thinking that we are seeing things, hearing things, imagining things, etc. this path gets a hell of a lot easier. When I realized that this “ability” was a gift I became less fearful and super clear about my purpose. It has helped me help others speed thru personal blocks, sometimes almost immediately. Most appreciate and enjoy the accuracy…some resent me for it. I’ve learned to let that part go. I embrace the truth that my coaching clients, students, and audiences from my speaking appearances, have received benefit from this crazy-no-longer-a-secret-skill that I have had since I was two. I guess you could say it took me two years on this planet to discover that I was…well...weird. Or… Maybe you get everything I just said and it’s not so crazy after-all. How cool would that be?