Some days are just that, you cannot seem to find yourself because someone else is needing you.  I woke up missing myself and feeling a void that is unexplained.  The need to cry and let out tears that are not mine, the need to scream and let the world hear my words that come from another’s lips choke me, the need to be held and told it will go away consumes my being.  I wish I understood who needed me the most today, who is crying and needing to be held, I feel their pain so deeply.  I feel the little girl crying for help as she reaches out her hand to me but will not let me see her face. The pain is rocking the very core of me and it is dark, it is heavy and it is unshakable.

I wish I knew who was hurting so bad.  I think the hardest part of being an empath is feeling the desperation of another and not being able to do something to help them in these times. 

 How do we comfort what we do not know? How do you help what we can not see? I pray for you little one, I do not know your age but I do know a little girl hurts. I do know we all have buried so much pain within ourselves and there are moments it creeps back up and becomes paralyzing. We kind behind smiles and what is acceptable but hurt ourselves more by continuing such behavior. It’s time we feel that pain right out of ourselves, let it have its moments and send it off with love. Look and in the mirror and tell yourself, “I love you and I want to heal you.”