It was when I was fourteen, in 9th grade, that I started to experiment with emotions. I didn't understand that at that time I was in Empath, truthfully I hardly paid much attention to it. I remember sitting on the bus with one of my friend, I told her I could read emotions. At first, it was just for fun, I really didn't think I could but at the same time, I knew I could.
I'm a weak Empath, to channel someone's emotions I have to hold his or her hand and concentrate. Their emotions slowly transfer to my body, and one by one I can pick up what they are feeling and it's as if I'm in their body. I really hate doing a reading, some much people hide sadness and that's the worst emotion I dislike to feel.
Once that I've done a reading on a person, if I close my eyes and concentrate I can channel their feelings again. Like I said I'm a weak one, I have to hold your hand and concentrate on your emotions. I can't just call the gift at will.
I observe people; it's interesting what people do when they don't think nobody is watching. It's amazing what people can show without even knowing them. Another way I can read people is just like that, observing them. I don't channel any emotions, I just know what type of person they are, what they want in life, what are their fears, and so on. Again, I have to concentrate on the person, I really don't practice this one much but when I'm bored, I just find myself doing that.
When I was little, I always prayed to God that I couldn't see them. I don't know what them is, but I know they aren't a good presence. I think that praying to God that I wouldn't see them, is what weakened my Empath. Whenever I do try to break down the wall, I get these huge headaches and the visualized wall shoots right back up.
I want to advance so that I don't need to hold somebody's hands to read him or her. I believe it's just been under lock for so long that it's under control that way.
When I was fifteen, in 10th grade I met another Empath. At that time I still didn't know what I was, I just knew I could read people. This Empath and I would do readings on each other and I knew everything about him but all the talking we did when he walked me to my class. We would just txt each other and that's how we communicated, he already graduated but we never did talk about when we started doing this. He just told me his dad observes people and he grew into that habit.
I'm seventeen now and a senior and I finally figured out what I am. Even if I'm a weak Empath, I finally have a name for myself. One of my guy friends is an Empath as well; we only had one conversation about it because we really don't have privacy in my class to talk about it. He's a very strong Empath that struggled to control it throughout his entire childhood.
It's very nice that I shared my story, thank you all for reading.
If it helps I'm a very creative person, I enjoy writing, music, and art.
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