“Resolve to be tender with the young,
compassionate with the aged,
sympathetic with the striving,
and tolerant of the weak and the wrong.
Sometime in life you will have been all of these.”
― George Washington Carver
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From an early age, I felt
the emotions of others more intensely than most, as though they were my own.
Being an empath brings blessings and a challenges—a life where the
emotional currents of the world are unavoidable, flowing in and out of my awareness.
It enables me to form deep connections with others, but often leaves me feeling
overwhelmed and misunderstood, especially by those nearest to me.
One experience that will always stay with me is the day I heard of a tragic accident involving a family in England. A mother and her two children, on their way to church, were killed, leaving the father to face unimaginable grief. Although I had never met them, I felt the weight of his sorrow as if I were standing in his shoes. The devastation swept over me in waves, his loss becoming mine, and I carried it for days. It wasn’t merely sympathy—it was a deep, overwhelming connection to his suffering, a burden I felt called to bear. I found myself praying for him, hoping that somehow, across the distance, my empathy might offer him a small measure of comfort.
This story encapsulates what it means to live as an empath. It’s a constant, often painful, openness to the emotional world around me, where even the unspoken feelings of strangers become part of my inner life. But this sensitivity has not always been recognised, even within those closest, I’ve often felt misjudged. Those close to me have assumed that my emotional awareness makes me resilient enough to manage everything, yet they seldom see the toll it takes. And when confronted with antagonistic, aggressive behaviour, even when passive, I instinctively withdraw. I cannot thrive in environments where tension and hostility—whether overt or subtle—prevail. In such situations, I often find myself making excuses to leave, seeking refuge from the emotional conflict that drains my spirit. I need space from those who fuel their interactions with aggression, for it pulls me into a storm of emotional turmoil that I cannot sustain.
Being part of a religion was also challenging. One would expect to find people with a Christlike spirit of compassion, and there were many. However, there were also many who seemed unchanged, with no evidence of the transformation faith is supposed to bring. This disconnect between expectation and reality often left me feeling disillusioned.
In this way, my journey echoes that of other well-known empaths. Princess Diana, admired for her deep connection with people, often spoke of how misunderstood she felt in her private life. Oprah Winfrey, too, has shared how the stories of others weigh on her, often leaving her to carry more than she can express. Like them, I know what it means to care deeply and yet feel as though the world doesn’t always reciprocate that care in a way that sustains me.
Through all of this, I’ve learned to navigate my empathic nature carefully. I distance myself from people who antagonise or seek to manipulate, recognising that my own peace depends on a safe emotional space. It’s a survival instinct—to avoid environments where emotional aggression, whether direct or passive, threatens to drown out my inner calm.
While being an empath can sometimes feel isolating, it is also my way of truly connecting with the world. It has given me a deeper understanding of what it means to be human, to feel, to grieve, and to love. Even when misjudged or misunderstood, I find comfort in knowing that this sensitivity is my gift, a means through which I can share in the struggles and joys of others, offering silent empathy when words are not enough.
Writing: © 2024 Jim McCrory