They say empathy is a gift. I say its called a gift because you want to give it away.
I was born to love big. I feel big, I love big. This may be a blessing or a curse. Right now, saying farewell to my husband for 11 days it feels like a curse. I miss him with a bigness, a wholeness that is palpable. A huge hole in my heart.
Thankfully loving big comes as a blessing. It sounds kooky but the joy I feel in loving, feeling it pour from me is far bigger than the joy I feel in being loved. I’m not talking the big romantic love here, more the Buddhist, Mindful form of love. Love for the world, love for humanity, my peeps.
If you come into my world, if we share a moment, I will feel fiercely, deeply protective of you. You are truly one of my people. I will be there for you, to help you. I see your potential, I will remind you of it when you stumble. But I adore you just as your are, with you faults, your blindspots.
This is hard for people to understand. The level of emotion that I experience, that I express is not normal by societies standards, and I know even writing this will be too much for many people.
But I’m not sharing for those people, I’m here for the people who feel the same, or need to hear someone is here for them. The people who need to hear my story. Because they feel big too.