A Little MS with a Little MSW

Black, white, and gray – a tableau of human perspective. Empaths, like me, live in the gray. Bouncing from one pair of shoes to the next, in an attempt to understand and relate to others. It’s a fine line, isn’t it? Relating to others and developing a strong sense of self? To develop a strong sense of self, must we carry with us a suitcase of black and white perspectives?

I know for me personally, beliefs of black and white were born of lived experience. But I also know that shared experience does not always yield like perspective. How, then, does an empath ever find their peace? With so many shoes (or lack thereof) to attempt to inhabit in this world, how do we exude acceptance and compassion while molding and protecting our own voices?

How do we use our voices to speak out against anything when we are trapped in an internal tug o’ war with Devil’s Advocate playing opposing opinions on repeat in our heads? The Gray, to be certain, is a wide expanse of human experience where the open-minded roam. My suitcase of lived experience has grown heavier with age, but so, too, has my ability to see all the beautiful shades of gray that live around me, even just outside my own front door.