The smells, the sounds, the different arms swept through my aura confusing my sense of self. Did I belong? Or did I not? And to whom did I belong? Bundled in a blanket once again, I recall the breeze becoming to me as the new set of arms carried me away. I smiled and they “cooed”. I must be doing something right, but my heart was broken and I wanted to go home; this was not home. So I waited.
The waiting brought new sensations and feelings. Hesitancy in the voices always rang out despite my on-going smiles and gurgles. But these arms seemed to enjoy the sparkle in my eyes and I was content. That night I felt the captured teardrop could be felt crying within my heart resounding through my soul as the darkness closed in; my own eyes cried. Days turned into weeks. I smiled, they smiled back. Then one day, I felt their pain behind the smiles and found myself in a stranger’s arms. Three months old and already I had been rejected twice despite being loved; I was lost.
So are you an empath? What is your story?