Writing as an Empath

I literally feel everything.

I’ve been working on Grace for about a year-ish, and it gets harder and harder to separate myself from the world I created. A young woman is found, her ghost is witty yet has a lot of trauma to unpack. Divorce, abandonment, and body image issues to name a few.

The same thing goes for Elle. Workplace discrimination, societal expectations, and finding her self-worth. It’s like my characters are real, like their stories are my stories, and their pain is my pain.

Someone dies. I feel it.

Someone gets rejected. I feel it.

Someone rekindles a lost love. I love it.

Someone starts over. I fear it.

I like to think being an empath is a true asset to writing, it just hurts sometimes. Not to mention, it’s a hefty reason for my procrastination! It’s probably also why books save me. I can truly escape, I can imagine the characters and their lives. Everything feels real, which is also why I believe there’s a fine line between reality and fiction.

I also 100% believe this is why thrillers do anything but thrill me HAHA.