#emapth

This one is for my introverts, empaths, and anyone who feels easily drained by socializing or in crowds. Don't get me wrong, I love people, but I regularly get social-hangovers from interacting with too many people. I often feel other people's emotions, and by the end of the day, I have no energy left for myself. Here are the ways I've learned to deal with this:

🫧 Bubble of Protection. If you've never tried to cast one before, I've linked to my favorite guided visualization on Insight Timer for you to try out.

🫧 Wear protective amulets & crystals. I remember the first time I was presented with an evil eye bracelet. One of my friends, who happens to be from Turkey, gave it to me, telling me he thinks I needed it and that it wards against the evil eye. After a month of wearing it, I found the bead cracked. Devastated & embarrassed, I told him what happened. He smiled and assured me that the bracelet worked how it was meant to, breaking once it's taken a hit in your protection. Ever since I've worn one.

🫧 Wear protective oils, like my classic Sun Oil, or anything that represents protection to you.

Okay, so what if I forgot or these didn't work?

🫧 Moonwater spray, to cleanse other people's energies off of you. I do this one first thing when I come home after being in large crowds or feeling bad vibes. PS. Don't forget to spray your back!

🫧 Epsom salt bath to recharge your energy. This is my number one social-hangover remedy. I'll add clear quartz around the bath to help charge me up. If bath isn't an option for you, sprinkle the epsom salts on the shower floor and stand on them to feel the charging & energy cleansing effects of the salt.

🫧 Nightly incantation to release all energy that is not at home. This is a prayer I found online years ago that you may use or take as inspiration,

"Before I lay me down to sleep, I release all energies that are not mine to keep. May no hostle outside forces linger here. I call forth my protection and calmness to help ease me through the night. Sacred guides, please guard my body & spirit til morning light."

🫧 Forest bathing!!! If all else fails, go to the woods! Lay down in the grass (or on a blanket) and feel the connection with Mother Earth. Listen to the nature sounds, smell the trees, watch the birds in the sky, and relax. Let Gaia cleanse and recharge you.

Do you ever wish that you could fit in? In a world where there are virtually no open spaces for wild cards, do you ever find yourself dreaming of the slot where you belong?

 Man, I know I do. In fact, I’m probably the weirdest person you’ve ever met. If there was ever a place for me that made sense to belong, it would probably be an insane asylum. And no, that’s not a joke.

Hi, my name is Johanna Blake and I can feel your emotions.

Yeah, imagine that as your answer when your professors made you do those terrible ice breakers…damn that lecture hall.

Think of it this way, I read your facial expressions, body language, the sound in your voice, the tempo of your breath, even down to the slightest change in your scent…and BOOM! My body recreates the emotions you’re feeling and basically I turn into you for a moment. Crazy, right?

You see, everyone has their ‘personal stain’ as I like to call it, or essentially the mark that follows you throughout the entirety of your existence.

Now, it’s not always necessarily a bad thing, more so the thing that makes you, you. But unfortunately, the majority of the time, people’s stains are determined by a tragic life event or trauma that they experienced during the major development years. This ‘stain’ so-to-speak, is like the embellishment that you wear for the rest of your life.

Maybe that’s a bad example. Okay, think of it more or less like the name tag sticker that you wear at your first day on the job, except instead of your name, it reads something like ‘Self-conscious’, or ‘hardened heart’.

Now, those are very vague answers, but for the sake and sanity of your brain as well as personal space, we’ll leave it at that, because to be honest my friend, I basically know everything about you, and essentially did the moment I met you.

 Now imagine this, you’re first day of class and you walk in. You’ve meditated, prayed and hoped that the empathic abilities would shut off. You do your best to prepare yourself for the anxiety attack that is sure to come, as every student in the room is surely nervous to some degree.

Then you get this weird, confused, shaky yet confident feeling. As one student in the room is blazed out of his mind and really hasn’t a sentiment of a clue what’s truly going on except that the bubbly, blonde prof is “tripping him out, bro”. 

So instead of learning, you’re trying to manage emotions, getting lost in your own brain trying to shut them out. Often times, your grades slip because you’re not actually learning, rather managing, and other times… you overstep in situations where you shouldn’t, verbalizing people’s innermost-issues that really, you have no business knowing.

And then of-course comes the guilt, as you start to realize that you are getting to know your classmates very personally, which doesn’t exactly make you feel like the best person in the world.

And the worst part of all? After the initial worries of the first day subside, you start to feel everyone’s strongest emotion…and their personal stains rise to the surface.

For instance, in Lecture hall 2059 of building C, the room I’m in currently, Sarah Lockhardt is hardly containing her, well, ‘interest’ in Scott Wilson. As you might not notice, her mouth is slightly twitching from the smile she’s trying to contain, her toes are wildly drumming against the souls of her shoes, she’s gripping her pencil just a little too hard…so many indications and so many freaking emotions.

Now, the part you probably don’t feel is her fuzzy brain, the way the lights seem to dim and brighten again as the chemicals release from her body all too intensely. Or the way her legs feel like they’ve been injected with icy-hot, and her mouth becomes inherently dry.

Sarah is experiencing what most of us know commonly as a crush. Scott Wilson on the other hand, although not completely oblivious to her excitement, is completely calm and confident…a relief for me.

As my body starts to calm down after Sarah’s roller-coaster of emotions, I start to focus in on Scott’s.

Less nervous and more ‘big man on the town’, Scott chews on his pen as he tries his best to focus on our Prof, his mind elsewhere. And as he does this, his brain involuntarily stresses for a split second, knowing that each moment he tunes out, he’s missing crucial information.

This one, as not expected, hits me hard but swiftly, as my face begins to sweat for a single moment. Although this is not my favorite emotion, it’s one I’m used to as many people nowadays have trouble focusing.

I shake my own head and try to tune him out as he returns to his serenity.

Man, do I wish it was that easy for me.

I turn my head back towards our Prof and try to focus in on her again. Sometimes, it helps a little bit if I close my eyes, but even still, my ears work perfectly well, and I can hear the slight waiver in her voice beyond the bubble. She’s nervous even in her confidence.

I do my best to ignore her very prominent stain and open my eyes, moving my focus to the paper in front of me.

 Please circle the correct answer.

Between 30 and 36 AD, the Romans crucified Jesus Christ. T or F?

 I try my best to focus on the question, but I can’t because someone in the room was just hit with a wave of dread.

Immediately, my head shoots up to look around and see who it is. Then I spot her, Julia Mendel, the sweet red head who tutored me in Psych 1250 last year.

She’s staring down at something in her bag and looking at her hand which is covered in a slimy substance. From where I’m sitting, I can’t see what it is, but trust me when I tell you, it’s bad.

Julia was never one for disgusting issues and was probably the cleanest person I’d ever met. I’m assuming she found something rotten in her bag…which was now covering her hand and filling the lecture hall with a distinct, sour stench.

A glaze forms over her eyes and her breath begins to quicken. A thin band of sweat forms across her forehead and heat fills her brain. And as she searches for a solution to this problem, her stomach begins to churn, turning ripples into waves. And then it hits me.

She’s going to throw up.

And it happens all too soon, because in the next moment, there’s purple, halfway digested yogurt on the floor. More waves of shock hit me as the students around her jump up and out of their seats in disgust.

Her immediate panic and embarrassment become my own, and instantaneously I must evacuate the room, as this lecture hall is about to turn into a tornado that I won’t be able to escape.

Catapulting out of my seat, I leave my bag behind and bolt for the bathroom.

As all the lasting emotions run through my body, the lights of the bathroom dim and fade, only to brighten to their maximum intensity. It feels as if I’m walking through a thick fog, the sticky heat from the pipes in the stall making my brain feel tingly, and my body feel prickly.

Thank God I’m the only one in here or I might pass out, but I must hurry as I’m sure Julia will be here soon as well.

I walk towards the sinks and turn on the faucet, running my hands and specifically my wrists under the cold water.

Closing my eyes, I count to ten, focusing all my energy on releasing all thoughts and feelings into the stream of water and honing in on the numbers.

I imagine each one in my brain as I count. The color, the texture, the shape, and as weird as it sounds, what they might smell and taste like…and soon enough, I’m back to normal again.

I open my eyes and look at myself in the now, foggy mirror.

Residual sweat seems to dot itself upon my forehead and chin, like raindrops on a windshield.

It is now, and only now that I can focus on my own emotions.

I am calm, and for the most part, collected. I have a slight nervousness about returning to the room, but for the most part, I know it’s in my head and no one really cares where I went or why I left.

My green eyes stare back at me from the mirror, and I’m not phased by the red crisscrosses that run around the whites. If this were an uncommon occurrence, I might be concerned, but the stress in and of itself of feeling everyone around you causes such reactions, and therefore is to be expected.

Focusing with all my ability and closing my eyes once more, I try to create a sense of strength in myself.

“I am strong. I am not anyone but myself. I do not need to know anyone but myself. I am strong. You are strong, Johanna.”

As I open my eyes, I see the strength return, and the once dull moss has turned to a vibrant emerald.

I take one last deep breath, and walk out the door, just as Julia opens the door to come in. Once again, it is time to immerse myself in the Ocean that is emotion.

Do I like them and my anxiety is why I’m second guessing this or do I think I like them because I’m experiencing their attraction to me and mistaking it for my attraction to them? 

They totally hate me, right? Or is that just my anxiety trying to self-sabotage any chance at a relationship by fooling myself into believing I can make someone feel that way about me?  

I hate when people who are empaths say “you just know what people are feeling all the time” because you also have to do a lot of sorting out of what your feelings are and what feelings you’ve absorbed from others that you don’t want to mistake as your own thoughts. And then if you have mental struggles on top of that, you have to sort out what your feelings are about your thoughts and if those feeling are irrational but driving your thought processes and the way you perceive the world around you, including your perception of the vibes you get from others.