My empathy is the cross I bear

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They say, in order to live a fulfilled life, one must have empathy. Well, to be honest with you, I don’t know who said this exactly. I made it up. 

Being empathetic is both a curse and a blessing. Blessing, because you understand where the other person is coming from. You feel their pain, and it hurts you as well. You're the light in their own dark and narrow tunnel. A curse, because people will take advantage of you. And, that my friend is exhausting.

Having a soft heart is a bit bothersome. You’re a personal favorite of our fellow narcissist. Why? Because you’re easy to manipulate. It’s easy to put a leash on your neck. Their energy will exhaust you. They will suck all the light that is within you to fill their cup, leaving you with nothing. 

Recalling my own experience, this year was one of the worst years energetically. A lot of us were betrayed and our souls were crushed. Most especially mine. I have no qualms with me being my friend's adviser and their comfort with things go south. However, sometimes it can ge too overwhelming when everyday all they greet me is their vampire energy (if you know what I mean). 

I have this close friend whom I thought is no energy vampire. I was wrong. I decided to cut that person off of my life to maintain my own balance. It's too much and no matter how hard I try to counter it with mine, that other person's energy is too strong. I am still civil with that person but I don't want to associate myself with that person's life anymore. 

Another friend told me to say NO to things that don't serve me. I guess he's right. That's why I'm serious with my boundaries nowadays. 

My takeaway from this experience is to always filter your friends and keep your circle small. Energy vampires are everywhere. Literally, everywhere. 

-E. 



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