Empath & Narcissistic Abuse Survival Guide: Emotional Abuse Recovery Blueprint for HSPs, Understand Your Psychic Abilities & Prevent Toxic Relationships - Partner, Mother & Father

By Spiritual Awakening Academy

Introducing This Unique Practical Guide To Emotional Healing Narcissistic Abuse Recovery As An Empath In a Modern World That Barely Acknowledges Us!

As an Empath you probably know the difference between being one empathy. However, for those out their reading this for a loved one or Friend,

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dogo Capital Ltd
• Release date: Jun 21, 2021
• ISBN: 9781801347549

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~ Chapter One ~

Who I am.

No-no, please, don’t fade… I can see it - it’s right there…

I scrunch my eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever image might still be left in my mind.

C’mon – it’s a… it’s a… there’s a puppy and…

But that’s all I can see.

I’m feeling great, though! Whatever I dreamed must have been good because I feel clear and clean inside – I’m happy. I push the covers aside and jump up. There’s me, in the mirror!

Hey, goodlookin’, how’re you doing on this fine day? I talk to myself often, and I like what I see – I’m taking care of my health these days, and feeling stronger for it – much better than last year, that’s for sure!

Into the shower, I’m singing ‘Blinding Lights’ because I love hitting that ‘oooh’ high-note just before the lights come on and blind me! That light is the love from my new family. I know they don’t know me too well yet, but I’m sharing what I can so they’ll know I’m here – using my hashtags and emojis to get the emotions and intentions of my posts across. Yeah, I’ve made a nice family now; they hear me. And so many of them are like-minded; like they finish my sentences and stuff…

I hope they’ll all have a great day.

Out of the shower – look at the clock; it’s 8.30am and I need to be in New York by 4.30pm – loads of time. I blow-dry my hair real quick; don’t want to catch a cold, not with COVID around. I’m not sure how my immune-system would handle this virus – although I’m pretty sure I could’ve mistaken my vertigo spell and sinus for the c-bug. I’m going to call it the c-bug because I can’t handle all the dread the word ‘COVID’ brings to the table. We’ve been through pandemics before, and we’re almost done with this one.

In my sweat-suit and fluffy slippers I aim for the living-room, the teeny bells on my silver ankle-chain tinkle with each step I make. They say that, in some cultures, women wear bells around their ankles because the jingle chases bad spirits away. I like the idea, so I made my own chain – it’s really pretty, one of my better pieces for sure.

I really have to vacuum this place sooner or later; I can see the dust like stardust, floating on the rays of early-morning sun shining through the gaps between curtains. And I wonder why I have sinus issues? Hmm, I’ll get to it soon.

I pull the curtains aside and ‘bam’ there it is – life, nature, the trees, birds, butterflies, the lake – it’s so beautiful! Moving to Cold Springs was the best choice I ever made.

Morning, Grams! I look into her eyes – the artist is excellent; oils on canvass. He captured her features so beautifully, especially her smile. She had such a pure heart; totally misunderstood for most of her life, but I won’t forget all she taught me about facing diversity and living in a world where no one sees you for how you truly feel.

In the morning of my life, I shall look to the sunshine – she always sang that song; it’s real catchy, too. I like to sing it aloud from time to time. No, there’s never anyone here to complain about my not hitting the right notes, or the fact I sound like a cat in washing-machine. But, hey, that’s why I chose to live alone, right?

I can smell the moist grass from the dew that’s settled overnight. It’s autumn now. I look at the fireplace – got to clean that out, too, sometime. And I’m pretty sure there’s a bunch of spiders in the chimney. I’m not exactly a spider fan, to be honest.

Smoothie time! My fridge is stocked; did some shopping yesterday. I reach for the strawberries and peanut-butter; grab one of the eggs my neighbour left on the porch for me, from her own chickens – she has so many and doesn’t know what to do with the eggs. I’m kind of thankful for it, though, that she brings them to me.

One bandana – hah! Banana; I always call them bandanas – not sure anyone gets my joke, but still…

Rice-milk powder and one carrot. I’m really good at smoothie-making; shove them all the blender, switch it on and what-do-you-know… a healthy breakfast in a cup! At thirty-five-years-old, I’m not getting any younger and all my organs and parts inside need maintenance and repair – if I keep them maintained I won’t find myself having to go to drastic measures to repair them; prevention is better than cure, after all.

Tap-tap.

Good morning, burb! This dove – she’s waiting for breakfast. She sits in the tree in the garden and waits for me to open the curtains. Once she sees I’m awake she flies to the kitchen windowsill and taps, knowing the seed she wants is just there, in the jar on the counter. I think I understand why Nikola Tesla chose feathered friends over two-legged ones. He surrounded himself with doves and pigeons, even made a prosthetic leg for one he loved very much. I find it strangely romantic. Not everyone sees the value in birds, especially doves because they’re so common. Most people, if they saw a burb with a broken wing, they’d just walk on by and maybe tilt their eyes; a little ‘sorry, buddy’ then they’d get on with their day. Nikola saw them as people. I guess they really do have personalities, all of them, like this one…

Janice, really? I’ve been waiting since sunrise – the service is awful here! I’m sure that’s what she’s saying. She’s a wild dove. There are others around but she’s got me wrapped around her finger… claw… talon… toes – not sure what you call a dove’s fingers? I pick-up the jar of seeds, open the kitchen door then sprinkle them on the wooden-deck for her. She’s not afraid of me at all and flutters down to the seed, only fanning them every which way with her wings. Enjoy!

Back inside I prepare the coffee-machine to filter a brew while I finish my smoothie. It’s delicious! And the best part is that I know it’s good for me, all this ‘fresh produce’!

Where did I leave my phone? I usually leave it on the kitchen counter but it’s not there now. With smoothie in hand, I scour the living-room and passage-way. What did I do before bed last night… where did I leave it?

It’s not in the living-room, not in the passage-way – in my office maybe? My office-come-study is filled with so much stuff – how did I even collect all of this? Why did I feel I needed these things? I pick-up a snow-globe I bought as a souvenir when I went skiing in Switzerland in my late teens – that was so much fun. I give the globe a jiggle and there goes the snow – all over the little houses and trees… the happy, little girl feeling the flakes landing on her lily-white cheeks; hands in the air… hmmm – oh, there it is!

My phone’s under a book I’m reading; the Te of Piglet. I’m enjoying it so far; sounds like a nice way to live; such simplicity. Battery’s at fifteen-percent; charger’s in the kitchen. I zip-tied the charger to the outlet next to the fridge – can’t lose another if I do that!

Ping-ping-ping… four messages, one of them from an unknown number? I plug my phone in then get to making the perfect coffee; a little frothy rice-milk, teaspoon of honey, and it’s good to go. I slug down the last sip of my smoothie, put the cup in the sink then dry my hands.

So, now, what’s needed from me today? I pick-up my notebook and pen; phone is at fifty-five-percent – good enough. With my hot coffee in hand, I scuffle in my slippers to the sliding-doors that lead to the back porch, from where I can see the lake not too far, across the expanse of bright green grass that makes-up my backyard. I bought this place because there’s no close neighbours. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind having neighbours at all. I’m just not partial to them being able to listen to my calls when I’m on the phone, and I can’t seem to live-down the time when I walked naked through the living-room at my other place, and Tod saw me in all my entirety! He was a good neighbour, but I prefer the space I have now.

Mom loves it here, too, even though she only visits once a year. Janice, she always says, you really need a fence around this property – what with all the wildlife around… even bears, you know?

But I really don’t like fences too much. They’re so finite; totally kill the feeling of freedom; fences are so restricting and demanding. This is my land and that’s yours… makes no sense, really, to construct a fence. Why can’t we just have mutual respect; like, that tree shows where my land ends and yours begins… and I’m not afraid of the wildlife, and there are no bears here near the houses – not that I’ve seen anyway. So, yeah, no fence…

I steady myself so I don’t land on my butt trying to get into the swinging-chair. Comfortable with a polyester blanket over my crossed-legs, and my notebook, pen, and phone on the wooden tree-stump come coffee-table alongside me – which I made myself – I take a sip of my creamy rice-milk coffee as I watch the forest at the foot of the hillside.

It’s so fresh and crisp on my skin – I feel the air on my face and hands. I place both hands around my coffee mug just to keep my fingers warm. A Robin calls out a tune I recognize. I should recognise it – she sings it every day!

My God, I love this. I’m so at peace here. My business is going great, and I’m getting more habituated to driving into New York City to deliver my jewellery… aah – that reminds me – I reach for my pen and notebook, placing my coffee down for a minute – I got an email about a new silver supplier in town; I should give him a call. Frank says it’s good quality silver and affordable, too. What I’m paying for raw silver now is actually going to put me out of business!

I jot down a short ‘to do’ list to refresh my mind and instruct myself on what I need to accomplish today. I found it’s the best way, you know, to start the day writing down what I need to do. Somehow, writing them down is reinforcing, as opposed to just trying to remember it all in my head. I’ll forget by the time I hit that New York traffic!

There’s a new coffee-shop in Houston Street also; I saw on their website that they sell fresh beans as well, like every kind of variety you can imagine.

Oh, yes, I also need to get some Polyfilla for the cracks around the faucet outside. I put my pen and notebook down then pull my blanket up, draping it over my shoulders. I’ve never fixed a crack in the wall before, but I’m pretty sure it’s not rocket-science. I’ve seen YouTube videos on how to do it myself.

I walk to the side of the house where the hose is tucked-up in a spiral, waiting for me to use it again. Honestly, we’ve had such good rain over the last two weeks, I’ve not needed to water the garden.

I see the crack I need to fill; about ten-centimetres long – I’ll ask the building guys how much filler I’ll need. I step back a little way and look at the house – I don’t see any other cracks.

With my blanket still around my shoulders, my fluffy slippers a little damp now from walking on the moist grass, I gaze at this beautiful home I bought. My smile lifts as my eyes soften – if I could hug my house I would. The pastel-blue shade of paint on the wooden slats, the white frames, and of course the solar-roof; that was a major-plus! The wooden decks and outside patio; the whole place is only a year old. I am the first person to live here. If I didn’t earn what I do I would not have been able to afford it. Yeah, I’m going to be working for the rest of my life to pay this back, but it’s mine and no one can take it from me.

I follow the flowers I planted around the outside walls; they’re growing so beautifully – there’s every colour of the rainbow in there. I lean down to look at a Daffodil. Oh, shoot – a caterpillar? Buddy, is there nowhere else you could possibly go for breakfast, please? I pick him up ever so gently, his little spikey hairs tickling my fingers and palm. Just don’t bite me, little guy – I hold him up to my eyes. Do you even bite people? What’s your world like, being so small? Are you even able to comprehend how big I am? Do you smell me? I mean, can you smell the fruit and coffee on my hands…

About ten-meters from the house, where the thinned-forest begins, I play in there whenever I can. I call it ‘playing’ because essentially that’s what I’m doing. I like to collect mushrooms and bits of rotting wood – colourful autumn leaves; I can press them and use them as moulds for my fine jewellery. Sometimes there are bluebells and tiny purple flowers between the amanita muscaria mushrooms that grow around the pines, too.

There you go, little guy; you’ll be safe here. On my haunches, I hold him close to a leaf of a Weigela Bush, edging the leaf gently under him so that he – or she – can do his ‘arch-walk’ over to it. There he goes – I can’t help but assign a cartoon sound to this arch-walk… wink-wonk, wink-wonk, wink-wonk. So cute.

There, he’s happy now and my Daffodil petals will be able to keep their shape. He’s so sweet, almost like he’s holding up a few of his little feet to give me a high-five or thumbs-up! I guess, in truth, he may have been a little nervous of the birds around the house anyway.

Now my fluffy slippers are soaked in morning dew and forest sludge. Hmm – feels funny!

The sun’s getting warmer. I can see the lake across the way; I really want to go swimming again - maybe when I get back from the city later today.

Eeeiar-eeiar-screee. I pull my arms inward quickly and look to my left, where the sound comes from; gave me a bit of a fright – it’s a Peregrine Falcon, just sitting there minding her own business at the top of the Silver Birch. Oh, hello to you, too, my lady! Where’d you come from? I’ve heard her around in the evenings. It’d make sense for her to be here, near the house, if she’s got chicks in the forest somewhere. She’s looking for the smaller Laughing Doves, or a tiny mouse; some snack she can take back for breakfast. Although I love my doves, I’ve chosen to live in nature and I know I can’t interfere. I suppose it’s a little like the city – there’s always a bigger fish! Well, good luck to you and I hope your babies are safe.

Maybe I’m a little bias about my doves, though, because I clap my hands a few times in hope the smaller burbs will fly somewhere safe and out of her sights. But I also hope she finds breakfast… oh, nature can be so confusing sometimes; like when you see a Deer chased by a Mountain Lion, you feel sorry for the Deer but also know the Lion has to eat, you know? I can’t take sides; it’s nature’s way.

Looking down at my feet, I’ve managed to step in some fresh Heron poop. Their poops are like the size of my hand… ugh, hmm. I take my slippers off and hold them with my fingertips. Because they eat meat, their poop smells horrific. I walk barefoot now, over the freshly-cut grass, back to the hose-pipe on the wall outside. Eeee – it’s so thrilling, so exhilarating to feel the tiny spikey ends tickle the soles of my feet. I think it’s one of the most grounding feelings ever, and it makes me feel like a Sprite… or a Fairy… if I never had to see technology again, I think I’d be fine with that!

At the hose I wash my slippers down. Drenched and dripping, I carry them to the washing-line then hang them there – they’ll be dry before evening.

I put my hands on my hips and look around me, slowly turning from right to left in a gentle spiral. Seeing everything around me, I cannot explain how blessed I feel. This space, it’s so real. Nature is all that’s really real, you know? It can live without us, for sure. In fact, through all this climate-change business, it’s us who will fall first because we can’t handle the carbon in the air anymore… but nature doesn’t mind it. She’s so much more powerful than even scientists think; no one can actually say they know everything about nature and how she works, because I know there’s something in there that science can’t measure, some kind of commitment to itself – yeah, nature has a commitment to itself to just keep on thriving. I’ve learned a lot about tenacity just through understanding nature and the cycle of life.

I sigh slowly with a smile – I love all of this space. I can see the neighbouring house, but it’s far off from me… about two-hundred meters. So, I’m safe and free here and the scents of water, flowers, damp soil and Pine resin are filling me to the brim; this is something you can’t find in the city.

My foot meets the step of my back porch. As I step down – ping – a new message on my phone.

Alright, time to answer some emails then get ready to leave for the city. Comfy in my swinging chair again, with my blanket around my feet now, I pick-up my phone. Jeweller, spam, Tiffany, Tod, and two messages from an unknown number. Spam again? How do people always get my number? I don’t give it out. Ugh – I guess every time I use my number for some or other account it gets shared with third-parties; so tired of that, but that’s marketing in the twenty-first century, right?

I open the first unknown number message; just one line saying ‘I know you’re taking this seriously’.

Whaat?

Open the second message, also from the same unknown number; ‘You’re always trying to escape me, Janice. But you know I’m never, ever going to let you go. By the way, thought you might like to see the vid of you circulating the dark-web now? Oh, I forgot – you’re far too sensitive for the dark-web. Anyhow, your tits look great – nothing for you to worry about…

Oh, my fu*king God. I drop my phone; my hands are trembling too much. I feel nauseous. Why-why-why? What is your problem, Jade? Can’t you just accept that we were not meant to be and get over it? Fu*k this – why are you haunting me? It’s been two years – just let me get on with my fu*king life already.

My throat burns, my chest is on fire – the anxiety.

Deep breath. One deep breath in through the nose then out through the mouth – two more – three.

Okay, replace the adrenaline with oxygen to my brain; focus on the oxygen not the adrenaline. I’m not going to let this affect me today. I am safe. He won’t find me here – he thinks I’m near Philly somewhere. I’m safe.

I’m safe.

I’m safe.

Summary and Affirmations

1. I’m feeling great, though! Whatever I dreamed must have been good because I feel clear and clean inside – I’m happy.

Note: It is seldom that empaths do not remember their dreams. Because of their heightened sensitivity and massive imaginations, they find themselves dreaming more vividly than others because they take in more than others during a day, and the dream-state allows for the processing of this absorbed information that accumulates in the subconscious throughout their day. What is absorbed through the subconscious does not leave. Rather, it is translated through dreams. What matters most is how the empath feels during their waking minutes – did their dream invoke joy and solution, or worry and tension?

Affirmation: I understand that my dreams help me to process information that has leaked into my subconscious without my being aware of it at the time.

2. I push the covers aside and jump up. There’s me, in the mirror! Hey, goodlookin’, how’re you doing on this fine day? I talk to myself often, and I like what I see.

Note: It is very important for empaths to practise self-love through positive self-talk daily. This is why they often live alone - so that they can treasure mornings, how they feel first-thing when they wake-up, and set a pace for their day that’s comfortable for them without influence from others.

Affirmation: I love my vessel - my body, my face, my hair, my size. My body is my best-friend.

3. I’m pretty sure I could’ve mistaken my vertigo spell and sinus for the c-bug.

Note: Empaths often suffer sinus-related issues. Sinus issues and vertigo are both related to seeing the truth – the third-eye – as well as balance. When we breathe in flow without blockage, we feel grounded and our surroundings feel familiar. When we are stuffy and suffering allergies, we sometimes fail to process real-time information. It can be said that the nasal passage (left or right) experiencing the most resistance to air flow represents the side of the brain that is also experiencing resistance or blockage. The left brain (masculine, logic, analytical) connects to the right side of the body – the right nostril (feminine, creative, intuitive). The right brain (feminine, creative, intuitive) connects with the left side of the body – the left nostril (masculine, logic, analytical).

The right hemisphere of the brain instructs the left side of the body.

The left hemisphere of the brain instructs the right side of the body.

Imagine a large X – both arms in the X are diagonal – the top of the arm on the left moves diagonally down to its bottom on the right, and vice-versa for the other arm. Close the X at the top and bottom, and you have the figure 8. The flow of information, energy, and breath should flow like the figure 8. This happens when the masculine and feminine sides are in balance. If the left nostril is more blocked, this means you may not be paying enough attention to your right brain; you’ll need to consider logic more often to balance this. If the right nostril is more blocked, this means you are not paying enough attention to your left brain; you’ll need to consider more creative solutions.

Remember it is your body that instructs your brain; the five senses that make-up what you are capable of as a human – they are the messengers. If the left side of the body is affected it will send information asking for help from your right brain, and if the right side of the body is affected it will ask for help from your left brain. This is why self-love, self-reliance, self-esteem and self-confidence are often considered the same as becoming married to oneself.

Affirmation: I am aware that any choices I make should be agreed upon by both my logic and creativity, if I am to achieve balance and success. I will remain aware of when I am not using enough logic. I will remain aware of when I’m not using enough compassion or nurturing creativity.

4. I’m going to call it the c-bug because I can’t handle all the dread the word ‘COVID’ brings to the table.

Note: Words can become major triggers in empaths. We often find empaths using alternative words for things, as a way to acknowledge those things without having to acknowledge the dread that society has woven into the original word. By using new words, empaths can still understand the issue being addressed, but without the burdens and stigma that the initial word carries.

Affirmation: There is always more than one side to a story. I can choose to see any issue differently, without any societal burdens from the issue befalling me.

5. The teeny bells on my silver ankle-chain tinkle with each step I make.

Note: Empaths appreciate pleasant auditory stimulation.

Affirmation: What in my current hearing-range sounds nice? I appreciate that sound.

6. I pull the curtains aside and ‘bam’ there it is – life, nature, the trees, birds, butterflies, the lake – it’s so beautiful!

Note: Because nature works as a constant and mostly unfailing system, empaths trust it and are inspired by nature. At the sight of a beautiful landscape or natural setting, empaths feel at home among such precise and defined yet seemingly spontaneous order.

Affirmation: I work the same way nature does. My bodily systems work on the same principles, and even the same laws of physics. I am one with nature.

7. Morning, Grams! I look into her eyes – the artist is excellent; oils on canvass. He captured her features so beautifully, especially her smile.

Note: Empaths often choose a person to keep close in their memories. This person will have an aspect to their personality that the empath aspires to. When the person is a family member, this makes the bond to their aspiration that much stronger.

Affirmation: I will learn from those before me whom I trust.

8. I sound like a cat in washing-machine.

Note: Empaths have a sense of humour, as most have learned that seeing the humorous side to an issue can soften any hardness that may come with it. Many have learned that being their own clown, often making jokes about themselves, is a good way to prevent too much self-criticism and doubt.

Affirmation: I give myself permission to consider myself to be funny.

9. At thirty-five-years-old, I’m not getting any younger and all my organs and parts inside need maintenance and repair – if I keep them maintained I won’t find myself having to go to drastic measures to repair them; prevention is better than cure, after all.

Note: Empaths often become nervous eaters, binging on certain foods, not finding the time to prepare good, healthy meals, or even forgetting to eat at all. Unfortunately, many learn this lesson the hard way and fall ill. Fortunately, once they have learned this lesson, they do not do it again.

Affirmation: My body is a complex system that requires exercise, healthy foods and liquids. I will treat my body as the complex system it is.

10. Good morning, burb! This dove – she’s waiting for breakfast. She sits in the tree in the garden and waits for me to open the curtains.

Note: Empaths are comfortable with routine. It helps them to live in an as orderly way as possible. Had the dove not arrived at the windowsill, Janice would have become distracted and perhaps momentarily disorientated, as she feels something is amiss.

Affirmation: My routine keeps me centred. If something interferes with my routine, I will see it as a sign that I need to pay attention to that which is amiss or has newly arrived. Through effective planning, I do have enough time to address both the issue requiring my attention, as well as the steps in my routine.

11. Janice, really? I’ve been waiting since sunrise – the service is awful here! I’m sure that’s what she’s saying. She’s a wild dove.

Note: Empaths speak with animals and ‘spirits’ often. As easily as they sense harmony and disharmony in humans is as easily as they sense the same in animals. Using Anthropomorphism (giving animals human qualities) they are able to better translate the information coming from the animal, in a way they and others around them can better understand.

Affirmation: Animals are as important as people. They, too, have