A True Empath Story


I was at the dentist’s office awaiting my final fitting for my permanent dentures. I could’ve gotten them back in November but I was quite depressed then due to the upcoming holidays, swallowed up by my grief and having a hard time doing the stuff that I needed to do.

Anyway, there was a woman who came in and she smiled brightly at the entire waiting room, wishing everyone a Happy New Year.

We all mumbled it back to her, including me. I was annoyed that I’d been waiting for an entire 30 minutes already and distracted by my phone.

She started talking to a man that was sitting next to her and I couldn’t help but notice her voice choking up as she told him that her mother had passed away on January 2nd.

“I can’t believe she’s gone. I just lay in bed at night, crying. Even though we argued often, she was the only person who was always there for me.”

It only took me a second or two before I stood up and walked over to her.

“I lost my mother last May.”

“You did?”

“Yes. May I give you a hug?”

She got up and practically threw herself into my arms. And there we were, two strangers, hugging in a waiting room. It lasted about a minute, while I gently rocked her back and forth as she sobbed.

I said a bunch of soothing things to her but mostly what I remember saying is that I wish I could tell her that it would get easier but I couldn’t.

“But she’s always with you. Trust me, she is.”

I put my hand on my heart to show her where.

She nodded, her tear-stained face beaming at me with gratitude and a beautiful, sad smile.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

And I felt GOOD. I felt like I was honoring my true calling in life, comforting bereft people and showing empathy to those souls that are struggling.

Because life is hard.

She was gone by the time I was finished with my appointment. We never exchanged names and I’m doubtful that I’ll ever see her again.

But knowing that I made some sort of a difference in this woman’s life will stay with me forever.

I had to change the second part of this post for personal reasons (I just got blasted from the “lost friend” for only caring about myself and being a selfish, self-absorbed bitch) so don’t pay attention to the first few comments down there. Since I’m trying to reduce the amount of stress in my life these days, it’s just easier for me to delete it.

So now it’s just a post about a really good experience that I had with a stranger in my dentist’s waiting room.

I really think that I need to be more careful about who I allow into my life from now on.

10 thoughts on “A True Empath Story

  1. You can’t help those that don’t want it, Mer. You know that. Empaths do not have an easy time of things. I think that’s another reason I feel more comfortable becoming a hermit. It’s easier and lord I’m tired right now. Never regretted being an Empath. Just hard to deal with sometimes but I’ve learned through the years to dial it down some. Helps a lot. I was an Empath before I even heard of the term ’empath’. When I found out what it was and that I wasn’t the only one made me feel special. You just have to learn to ….well, control it I guess for lack of a better word at the moment. I’m sure you put a much needed bright spot in that woman’s life. Good for you! Love you, lady. ❤


    • I first learned about being an “HSP” when many years ago a friend of my mom’s gave me a book called “Are you really too sensitive?”
      Um, YES. Haha!
      I am getting a better grip on it but it’s still something that I continue to work on and try to dial back It’s not easy, that’s for damn sure. It helps to have a friend like you who’s also an empath. Thank you, Jackie. ❤ 🙂 Love you too.


  2. Being an empath is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to deal with – it’s like having a super power and a weakness wrapped up in one. I can tell when someone is lying, I can tell when someone has something ‘wrong’ with them (Pedophiles, sexual assaulter etc…) and I feel like that’s a good strength to have to protect yourself.

    But damnit, feeling EVERYTHING that others feel, is SO hard. I am drained when I get home from work. I don’t know why I work in healthcare, but I can’t imagine not helping people, you know?

    I’m so glad you were there at that time, for that woman. I bet that’s exactly what she needed to hear – especially since she lost her mother so recently.

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    • I was glad to have helped that woman feel a little less alone for a few minutes.
      I hate being an empath, I doubt that I’ll ever get the hang of it. It’s all just way too much sometimes and I wish that I could shut it off.


  3. I am also an empath, and it is freaking EXHAUSTING beyond words. Like @dividinguplife mentioned – It’s like having a super power and a weakness wrapped up into one.

    Also, I lost my mom at the end of April and got home on my birthday (of all days) in early May. I honestly FELT this. I am so sorry for the loss of your mom. It is truly a feeling that can’t easily be explained.

    I’m also sorry for the loss of your friend. That is really hard as well especially when there were no signs of a diminishing friendship. Sending lots of thoughts and hugs your way.

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    • Yep. It was that woman I was telling you about that said her husband was a blogger who was cyber cheating with another blogger we both know. I wonder now if she was really lying about all of it from the start. All I know is that I did not deserve her coming at me like she did once she read my initial draft of this post. If I ever get an email from someone else begging for guidance I will have to pass, I am tired of being treated like shit. ❤

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      • MerBear! Do not let one ruin it for the rest! You give your way, harming none. If she was lying to get your support, HER loss. The good energy you put out into the world comes back to you, three fold! Fools like THAT women who weren’t deserving of your time, maybe even lying about it all… probably… well, there will be a day she will answer for it some way, some day. You got this! She did you wrong, and THAT is her issue. 💜


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