That's the big question here isn't it? Have you ever felt lke a giant sponge? Even when you're safe at home, you can feel people. Heck, I can feel my friends half way around the world, and know if they're in pain. Even grounding yourself, it doesn't stop it completely, and I'm glad it doesn't, for the most part.
BUT, going out where there's actually people can be rough. If Gary and I go out for lunch, and someone in the restaurant is having a bad day, I can feel it. Go to the store, same thing. Before I realized I was empathic, I just figured it was the way of menaupause....unexplained panic attacks. I was even told this by people.
gary wanted to go to the winter version of our state fair this weekend, and I dreaded it. Way too many people in an enclosed space.
Yes, I know to heal the energy and send it back out, but there's always somon else. Sometimes, I think that's why I go out of my way to make someone happy I see, when I'm out. I've always done this, even before I knew I was empathic. And it's so easy, 'hey I love the purse, or shoes, etc. ' I climb shelves and grab stuff for people, hold a baby for a bit so the mom can get what she needs. At the state fair one year, I even helped an old lady into the bathroom at the fair, and helped her redress herself. She was in there calling for help from her husband, and not one person would walk in and help her. And yes, I walked her back out to her husband after too.
Yes, Irealize I'm rambling, yet again. So, do any of you feel like you're a big sponge sometimes?
It's ... I feel that way too many times.