I am an empath, although it took me decades to finally realize this. For many years, my journey was something I never talked about. It felt like a part of me I wanted to keep hidden. My husband encouraged me to share my story. He believed it could inspire other people by letting them know what I had overcome—that it may help them feel less alone and realize their gift.
It has taken me a long time, but now, more than ever, I think it’s time for us to be our authentic selves and learn to love all of our beautiful parts. I hope my story will let you know there is nothing wrong with you. In fact, those parts of you that you think are flawed are actually the parts of you that are the most amazing.
I was a very happy kid; I loved to act, sing, and express myself. But I was always very sensitive and tired out quickly when I was around a lot of people. I felt like an emotional sponge; I would easily absorb others’ stress and emotions and craved alone time to recalibrate myself. My self-esteem was low, and I often burnt out completely from sensory overload. I felt like I didn’t fit in with my family—my siblings and parents were all very social, whereas I loved my time at home. I remember joking with my friend that after a while, it felt like I ran out of words to say. I loved everything creative; the more creative I was, the more it soothed my soul. However, I always felt like something was wrong with me. How could other people keep going, socializing nonstop, and I would end up crashing? Sometimes it would take me an entire weekend to rebalance my energy to make it through another work week.
I spent many years just surviving and, far from thriving, trying to navigate a world where I didn’t feel like I belonged. I felt like a big weirdo—like there was no one else who felt this way. I struggled with immense anxiety for decades, covering it up with a smile so no one would know.
I worked as a recreation therapist for years until I realized I had to make a change. I remember the day I first learned about what an empath was, and it was like everything became clear. I felt the most peace I had ever felt in my life. There was finally a name to what I had been feeling for so long. I was an empath—a deep-feeling sensitive soul who easily took on the energy of others. I read all the books I could, learning as much about what it meant to be an empath, and studied all the tools and self-care practices to help me feel calm, balanced, and happy. I finally had self-love for who I was and my gift as an empath.
My greatest passion is helping other empaths know how incredible they are and that there is absolutely nothing wrong with them. They are deep feelers who need to implement specific self-care tools into their daily lives. I have always said that if I had only known this when I was growing up, I wouldn’t have struggled nearly as much as I did. I am now doing my best to teach my own children the gifts of being an empath, helping them become the best versions of themselves. This is my passion project, what lights me up, what gets me out of bed in the morning. In our ever-changing world, there are more and more highly sensitive souls, and my wish is for all of them to live peaceful, beautiful lives.