Empathy Changes Everything

Many people don’t understand the difference between sympathy and empathy and the world could use a lot more connection.

Sometimes, we need someone who understands. Someone who has been where we are or even someone who just fucking listens without judging, giving advice or pouring out their cup of problems on us to try and make us “feel better” about the situation.

Empaths are misunderstood people and the road of life is not easy for us to travel. We crave connection and nothing more from others. Did you kill it at the meeting? Hell yeah. We want to hear about your wins in life so we can celebrate with you. We don’t want anything from you. We are here for you when you fall flat on your ass or when your significant other breaks your heart and you just need a good, ugly cry.

We listen and share our experiences with others in hopes that we might find kinship in small, meaningful things. We build on trust and are a safe space for when the really bad things happen, or you have a secret burning inside that you don’t feel you can tell anyone. We are here to hear about your fears, your dreams, your goals and would love to help enlighten your ideas because we want to see you succeed and cheer you on when you find the strength to face your demons head on.  

A lot of you have reached out over the past few months and asked about me. “What happened to That’s What She Said”? Why aren’t you writing much anymore? Why have you been so distant? I have addressed those inquiries privately, because honestly, I was ashamed of the answers.

I felt like I had failed everyone. I went back to working a regular job instead of freelancing. I cried for months because I felt like no one could truly understand how I felt and what I was going through. I realized how much ego I had placed in what I did. I let my love of writing and my hobbies define me and when it all went away, practically overnight, I was crushed. It was the wake up call I needed.

I had to lose myself so I could find myself again. It hurt. I felt very alone but I knew that this was the path I needed to walk down. I had to unplug from everything and absolve myself in the silence of re-learning who it is I truly am and my gifts I can share with the those who need the same empathetic connection.

If I can use my art to connect with you in some small, meaningful way, that is all that matters to me. I am here to write things for you, if you seek an empathic kindred soul in which to be connected to, who merely uses the power of words.