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Walking the Edge: My Journey as an Empath Learning to Protect, Heal, and Shine

By The Artful Woman
For as long as I can remember, I’ve sensed things others couldn’t. Energies, presences, whispers from another realm—all mixed into the fabric of my everyday life. It wasn’t until much later that I understood why: I’m an empath. Being an empath means I absorb emotions and energies around me, sometimes to the point where it feels overwhelming. Negative energies, draining people—what I call “energy vampires” or “soul snatchers”—can knock me off balance if I’m not careful. For a long time, this sensitivity felt like a curse. But now, I see it as a gift—a calling. Encounters Beyond the Veil Throughout my life, I’ve had moments that defy logic. One night driving past a cemetery, I saw a pink orb-like form linger around my car. It felt playful and curious, not frightening—a gentle energy reaching out across the veil. But it wasn’t one of my guardian angels. I’ve felt their presence in other ways, and this orb was something else—something that just passed through, maybe just drawn to my l...
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I Forgive Myself

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By The Artful Woman

 

I Forgive Myself

I forgive myself—
For the moments I thought my life was not worth living,
And for the times I tried to take my own life.

I forgive myself—
For surrendering my power,
For losing my voice, for staying silent,
Even when I always knew my worth.
Somehow, I lost my way—
And that’s okay.

I forgive myself—
For allowing others to attack me,
For giving my energy to those who never deserved it,
For not fighting hard enough,
For not trying soon enough,
For neglecting my body,
For believing, for years, that it didn’t matter—
That no one cared.

I forgive myself—
For thinking that growing older meant being disregarded,
For retreating into the shadows when my father passed,
For giving up,
For surrounding myself with energy thieves
Who drained my spirit until I had nothing left to give.

I forgive myself—
For letting people steal my drive,
For hiding away from the world,
For believing that all people were the same—
When deep down, I always knew
I was meant to love, to shine, to connect, to live.

I forgive myself—
For dating men I knew were never worthy of me,
For giving myself to people who never deserved me,
For staying in relationships
That were only meant to hurt me.

I forgive myself—
For my failures,
For not recognizing them as stepping stones to success,
For allowing them to drain and defeat me
When they were meant to empower me
And show me the way to the path that was always meant for me.

I forgive myself—
For not trying harder to be smarter,
For underestimating my own intelligence,
For believing that I wasn’t capable
Of learning, growing, and evolving
Into the person I was destined to become.

I forgive myself—
For being my own harshest critic,
For believing the lies I was told,
For carrying the weight of words
That were never mine to endure.

I forgive myself—
For every dream I set aside,
For believing they weren’t meant for me,
That they were always someone else’s dream come true.
I forgive myself for thinking, Why not me?
Instead of declaring, Why not me!
For thinking I was bound by limits
That never truly existed.

But today—

I write a new story.
I step into my power.
I awaken to my purpose.
I reclaim the truth of who I am.

I am not my past.
I am my rise.
And I am spirit.

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