For years, I thought being “too sensitive” was just part of my charm, or maybe just something I needed to “toughen up” about. I felt deeply, cried at commercials, picked up on people’s moods like a sponge, and could walk into a room and instantly feel the emotional temperature shift. But I still shrugged it off. Everyone feels like this… right?
It wasn’t until recently that I heard the word empath described in a way that clicked.
Not just someone who's sensitive, but someone who actually absorbs the emotional energy around them. Someone who doesn't just feel for people, but often feels as them.
Suddenly, so much of my life made sense....from random emotional overloads to the need for alone time after social events to the way I can read a room without anyone saying a word.
And let’s talk about those social events. After big gatherings, I don’t just feel “tired.” I feel completely drained, like someone unplugged me and forgot to charge the battery. For the longest time, I chalked it up to being an introvert, or just getting older, but now I’m starting to think that my migraines and chronic headaches are actually my nervous system’s way of waving the red flag. Like, “Hey, maybe absorbing ten people’s emotions in one afternoon isn’t sustainable?”
The more I dig into this empath thing, the more it explains other parts of me, too. Like how I:
- Overcommit because I can feel when someone’s disappointed(huge one for me)
- Carry the emotional weight of stories I read online like they’re happening to someone I love
- Struggle to set boundaries because I don’t want to hurt anyone, even if I’m hurting myself
- Seem to attract emotionally intense people like I’ve got a “free therapy available” sign on my forehead
- Feel guilty for needing space, silence, or solitude
- Experience physical symptoms from emotional overload. Tight shoulders, nausea, sleepless nights, etc.
I didn’t grow up believing in this stuff. I honestly thought it was too woo-woo for me. But here I am, rethinking everything I used to brush off as “just being sensitive.” Turns out, I’m not broken. I’m just tuning in.
So now, I’m learning to listen to my body. To protect my peace. To embrace solitude without guilt. And to stop apologizing for the depth of my empathy. It’s not a flaw. It’s a strength that needs boundaries and rest, and compassion, especially from me.
If you’re reading this and quietly nodding to yourself…well, welcome. You’re not alone in this, and you’re definitely not “too much.”
Learning you’re an empath can feel like turning on the lights in a room you didn’t know you were sitting in. If that resonates, take a moment to rest today, drink some water, and ask yourself: What energy am I carrying that isn’t mine?
