“Unless you have been very, very lucky, you have undoubtedly experienced events in your life that have made you cry. So unless you have been very, very lucky, you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.”
~ Lemony Snicket
I love what I do.
It’s an honour and a blessing.
It’s also a great responsibility.
As a psychic, I am often up close with the suffering of others. As an empath I feel their pain, I know their thoughts, and I see life as if through their eyes. Sometimes I see the path ahead for someone and it breaks my heart, knowing what they will go through, knowing what must come for them and being unable to change it or stop it.
Now and again it gets too much. Even as there is joy and great fulfilment in my work there is so often more in my life than those positive moments alone – there is the holding of space for others, holding space for those who are passing and supporting their loved ones on that journey, the bearing witness to a client or student’s troubles, the vicarious experiencing of violence or trauma or other dark deeds that I must see and know as part of my wider work. It’s not just people either. Often I cannot put into words my worry for the earth, and how it wakes me up at night and plays constantly upon my mind.
Meditation is my constant – my antidote to all of that emotional thrum. But sometimes even that doesn’t work. So when I am overfull of grief and pain sometimes I cry.
Crying doesn’t fix anything, but it opens a window in my soul and lets in fresh air. It brings release and a return to calm. Often, afterwards, it brings the soothing balm of sleep.
I used to be ashamed that I occasionally succumb to tears. Now I am glad for it. It is one of my finer coping mechanisms. Humans were made to cry. Crying works for me.
I hope you know that it’s okay for you to cry too.
Sending much love your way, Nicole ❤ xx