I truly needed this conversation today. Thanks to you both. I had to write down "observing, not absorbing". I have always been an empath, not always an easy role to play in everyone's life, let alone the effect on my own. When I was growing up, there were at least 50 other "kids" who lived in my neighborhood. Many mothers were home at that time and we could go to any of their houses for help, so they knew that if we showed up at their door and the other kid and I were crying, the other one was the one who got hurt. If I was there crying by myself, then I had been hurt. My friends thought it was funny, but I didn't. I truly felt everyone else's pain. To this day (I am 71 years old) I am the one who is there during crisis to "help" everyone. When they're all crying, I'm comforting them and cleaning up the physical and emotional messes made. When they all feel better, I go in the corner and cry by myself. I have now become a bit of a recluse because I just can't "care" all the time. So, "observing, not absorbing" is the best advice I can take to heart in this scary and difficult time. I am not following many substackers these days. I have been spending way too much screen time on my computer. (I don't watch television at all.) Back to the hobbies I enjoy and find relaxing. My husband says my being "nice" is one of the reasons he fell in love with me. I was widowed at the age of 33 (my first husband died of pancreatic cancer just before his 37th birthday) and was I left with our three sons, ages 4, 6 and the oldest had turned nine two days before his father died. I remarried four years later. Yes, I am truly lucky to have been loved by two good men. Anyway, thanks for listening to my rant. And, again, thank you for all the sharing and love you give. It matters.
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So grateful for the two of you today, I needed this reminder to stay intentional. <3
Thank you both so much. I so look forward to your weekly conversations. I cherish the honesty and thoughtfulness that you both bring with you.
Thank you so much Danielle and Jared....the information will help me stay sane in these difficult times.
I truly needed this conversation today. Thanks to you both. I had to write down "observing, not absorbing". I have always been an empath, not always an easy role to play in everyone's life, let alone the effect on my own. When I was growing up, there were at least 50 other "kids" who lived in my neighborhood. Many mothers were home at that time and we could go to any of their houses for help, so they knew that if we showed up at their door and the other kid and I were crying, the other one was the one who got hurt. If I was there crying by myself, then I had been hurt. My friends thought it was funny, but I didn't. I truly felt everyone else's pain. To this day (I am 71 years old) I am the one who is there during crisis to "help" everyone. When they're all crying, I'm comforting them and cleaning up the physical and emotional messes made. When they all feel better, I go in the corner and cry by myself. I have now become a bit of a recluse because I just can't "care" all the time. So, "observing, not absorbing" is the best advice I can take to heart in this scary and difficult time. I am not following many substackers these days. I have been spending way too much screen time on my computer. (I don't watch television at all.) Back to the hobbies I enjoy and find relaxing. My husband says my being "nice" is one of the reasons he fell in love with me. I was widowed at the age of 33 (my first husband died of pancreatic cancer just before his 37th birthday) and was I left with our three sons, ages 4, 6 and the oldest had turned nine two days before his father died. I remarried four years later. Yes, I am truly lucky to have been loved by two good men. Anyway, thanks for listening to my rant. And, again, thank you for all the sharing and love you give. It matters.
So appreciate your clear honest sharing Danielle. i wish i had the income to be a paid subscriber. Thank-you so much...