Actions always have consequences, and we're not always able to know what those consequences will be. I got some of what I wanted. No more auras. No more walking into a room and getting hit with a wave of unwanted, multiple emotions. It was a sweet relief. Also gone were my intuition and my instinct.
I replaced those with order, structure, stoicism, and classic Southern lady manners held together by grief and self-pity. I continued my quest for insight. The motto of the clan from which my family descended became mine. Disce Pati -- Learn to endure. Yet again, I proved myself a good student.
When you cut yourself off from your intuition, you also lose your creativity. The leaps, twists and turns my mind used to make nimbly were unimaginable. I also couldn't get a good read on people, and that, in part, led to the unpleasant encounters with my schizophrenic neighbor. That little insight didn't come until he was safely away from me. During this same time, I happened to meet a woman I had first known as a child. She was one of the first kids I ever babysat, and now we're becoming friends. She's an exceptional woman who's worked to understand her life and herself as hard as I have, and she has recognized the double edged blessing of intuition and perception in her own life. You could say that she was the angelic counterpart to the devil of a schizophrenic stalker. I could see the benefit of having my empathy back
Barriers go up more easily than they come down, but I've been working on it. I've found that I have to go gently here as well. A few days of being the sympathetic listening friend to several people left me frazzled and on the edge of a panic attack. A rough conversation with the daughter sent me over the edge.
I've found myself crying over a book. That's not a bad thing, but when it's the new Sookie Stackhouse novel, it's gone too far. I'm crying over many little things, just a tear here or there. No deep sobbing, thank goodness. I'm feeling very vulnerable, and my own emotions are spilling out all over the place. I'd forgotten that feeling vulnerable is often a consequence of empathy. It's a good thing for my family and friends that I've had another round of laryngitis, because there's no telling what I might say. I'm starting to see traces of light around people, but full auras have not come back. It's pretty obvious that I haven't found my balance, yet I'm sure that I will.