Before I Go
I have been pretty disturbed lately. News of deaths and more deaths. Eagerly awaiting relatives or a close friend's family member to recover. As an empath, these things affect me a lot. Which is why I tend to escape into my own bubble where I feel safe. As an empath, it is also in my nature to reach out and help others, try to take away some of their pain. But the boundaries lately have been blurring a lot. The problem with the times we live in, is the lack of communication. Never before in the history of humanity, have humans been so cut off from each other in such times of grief. People who are going through these tragedies personally are numb and detached. They have seen their loved ones suffer and die alone, so it almost feels like a sin for them to ask for help. Everyone's struggling alone, and this is not going to serve us well in the long term. One such story that a friend shared with me affected me to such an extent that for two days, I kept to myself, asking questi