There is actually no such thing as an empath, it is Science Fiction. In psychology there are general terms to describe someone that is or has become highly or overtly empathetic to others. These people are created by long term abuse. There are three types of them, but no sense on dwelling on that.
Since I finished purging from that abuse, or end of the abuse; I have had PTSD flashbacks and constant nightmares. There is no ‘cure’ for that, no ‘drug’ that fixes it – they could have remained for a LONG long time. Thankfully I belong to a wide array of support groups, one I pay for (Actually I paid once for life, so they are always there for me). They suggested that a narcissist cannot hold a long term relationship with anyone that is not an empath (empathic). For some reason, I still have not discovered, a narcissist can fool an empath. So I started taking tests and quizzes.
Turns out, depending on the test, I’m either highly or overtly empathic – which is normal from all the abuse. My therapist reminded me (strongly) that there is no such thing as an empath, it was (?) ‘unguarded emotionally responsive (something)’ (?) – heh – I don’t remember.
Of the 15 things, on one test, I scored 12 of them. Remember in “What Dreams May Come” when I cried so hard, that is because I knew something was wrong and wanted it. You knew something was wrong too, but knew you couldn’t have it because of how you are wired – that is why that played out the way it did.
Despite learning that I still couldn’t sleep. I think in part it was because I would not face up to a lie I was telling myself. Empaths can’t ‘stop’ loving someone, so I kept telling myself I didn’t love you and it was a lie. Don’t take that wrong at all, there is absolutely no way I would act on that, its simply an admission that I can’t turn my emotions off and on like you can
Then I slept.
My therapist says she, we, need to dampen these emotions; I disagree. I like them. You emotionally repressed me so long that I don’t want to give them up now, so she agrees to help me guard them better; and that I’m okay with.
I would wish you well, but that would be a joke.
I’ve done all I can to see you suffer for what you did to me; and I don’t care if you admit it or not – you hurt me so deeply that there are a lot of things that will never heal. Some will work, some will fail; but you are not that important anymore.
Lastly the Divorce will be signed by the judge on Monday September 11th, 2023.
I only wish I would have been smart enough to do this in 1989 /shrug.