My experiences started when I was little, but as I've grown I realize now so has my gift. When I first began to be aware that there was something different about me I was in sixth grade, about the time I hit puberty. I had always known I was different from my family from a young age but not for the reasons I realize now.
About sixth grade as I said was when I realized something was different, my gift. It started about the time when my friend Amber was supposedly having a really good day. She was happy, smiling, bright, the life of the party in all ways that day. I began to notice something was off, I asked a few of my friends and they looked at me confused, almost like I was crazy, here Amber was, happier then ever and making jokes and I was saying there was something wrong. So I ignored it, about the time lunch was over that day me and Amber where going our separate ways to class, we hugged and I felt this sense of dread just swallow me up, I felt like I had a gaping hole in my chest and I just wanted to die. I pulled back with tears in my eyes, and I asked her simply this "Why?"
Oh boy did that make her confused, then she got angry and shoved me into the nearest bathroom, she asked me how I knew she had planned to commit suicide and I looked at her bewildered because I had NO idea, and apparently no one else did either. I told her honestly I didn't know, I had just kind of felt it. She spit in my face and pushed me against a wall, we never talked again, she told people I was weird, that I was a freak and so on. All the girls listened but the guys didn't so I had guy friends until about eighth grade when I moved.
I kept quiet at my next school, but in the morning everyone in my school would crowed around the doors to get into school, everyone in the school waited in the commons.
It got really bad then, sometimes I'd run into the bathroom without my friends knowing and sob, cry, puke, I just couldn't handle all the dreadful emotions going through me, but eventually it got to the point where I could deal with the most intense emotions. I've helped many of my friends using my gift, I saved my best friend three months ago when she took a large bottle of pills, that was one of the worse emotions I've ever felt and I cried with her, I connected to her.
Every time I think of her at that moment, even now I have tears in my eyes. When we hug now it feels like we're truly sisters sometimes, almost like together we're whole.
In the past few weeks I've been striving to see exactly what my gift is, and I realize it's very strong because now I can tell someone's emotions without even touching them, just the air around them. I am what people call an Empath, and I plan to continue to use my gift to help others as a therapist as soon as I graduate and head to collage.
I don't fit in to the world I live in, but I'll try now that I know I'm not alone. I used to fear telling people because I was alone.