I don't remember if it was just a slosh, or the entire glass. That should be important, but it wasn't.
I just remember being frozen where I sat. Everyone looking at me. I could feel their hostile energy just spearing me with passive aggressive judgment. Irritation.
"Don't cry over spilled milk," someone muttered. But they knew I would.
And I did. I cried...over spilled milk! Among family. Loved ones. People that I should feel most comfortable around. But I felt something else entirely that day, hitting me from every side of that table.
DiAnn Berry's book discusses what happens when a sensitive soul wanders through their daily lives with their guard down and their "gift" pulling information from every direction. The actual pain they feel when carrying around Other People's Stuff (OPS) and collecting junk that doesn't belong to them.
I love her comparison of an empath being similar to the old hag in the movie Labyrinth. The hag carries everything around on her back, refusing to put anything down, which makes even the simplest act of moving around difficult.
The book teaches how to create a mental and spiritual shield when encountering difficult situations, and how to turn down the dial to empathic energy. Mute button anyone?
I personally consider myself a closet empath. I've been locked in the tower for years, learning those cooping strategies from a very young age. So for me, I felt as though I was almost reading this book from the other side of the mirror.
It did give me some great insight though, and helped bolster my courage to venture into a few empathic connections since I finished the book. With great results!
If you can get past the grammatical errors, this book has a great message for anyone who struggles with sensitivity and wishes to understand themselves!
