My son tugs at his hair and thrashes against the passenger seat in a cold car. Tears drip heavily into his lap, “Something is wrong with me! I need help! I need therapy!”
I hear his plea, not from his mind
This is the chaotic reality of a Little Empath.
He has expressed the desire for therapy, and I know why. He demands answers. He’s had enough of endless emotional anguish suspended anxiously the realm of the unknown. Unfortunately, therapy will not give him the answers he truly seeks. WHO he is, this knowing can not be found inside the walls of a counselor’s office. His panic and dismay are not an indication that something is wrong with him. Nothing could be further from the truth. This is a much bolder and more complex situation unfurling inside of him.
When he cries, a thousand children cry with him. It’s the girl in his math class, or the teacher who hasn’t slept in weeks. It’s his brothers nightmares or his grandfather’s aching bones. The pores in his very skin accept these realities as if they were his very own. His song intertwines with melodies of the people around him, with no clear way to identify what [pain] is his and what is theirs.
This causes a sense of disorientation. How can he be both at home and amidst the blackened trees at the same time? Subtle anxiety escalates to panic wandering a dream that is his waking life. His body collapses to the floor, he sees the wreckage and wraps inside the collective fear. An endless loop of anxious thought. His body caked in stress and overwhelm.
He is attuned not just to one world, but all of them. Battling his anger with a society who has willfully ignored a universal call for help.
He wishes to acknowledge and share what is buried deep in the heart chambers of human despair. He will not rest until the people around him recognize their own screams bursting from his lungs. He will not turn his back against those with trauma dripping from their weeping souls.
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It is real, and can be a crippling road of shame and despair should the awareness go unnoticed.
He believes if he lets go of the hurt, it means abandoning the heart of another. He holds it all… Every tear drop, every unspoken prayer, every invisible monster that haunts the dreams of the innocents. If he holds on, then it can’t be ignored. If he doesn’t let go, it will inevitably lead to salvation.
Little Empath, I hear your call. I watch as you quite literally bang the voices out from your head on the passenger seat.
I commit to acknowledging how much of this can take you ‘out of the game’.
I will continue to validate how this functions in your life.
I vow to allow you space to express the experiences you’re having.
I promise never to minimize your feelings, as someone who (also) feels deeply the feels of others.
Together, we will pray for the girl in math class, and extend our intention to the exhausted teacher awaiting true physical respite. We will use the power of our compassionate witness to share the stories left untold. We will learn to unfold ourselves from others, to keep our spirit safe. We’ll even join a planetary prayer for rain with those dancing oceans away.
Together, we will answer these questions.We will show others how to embrace their empathicness and set these burdens free.