Those who share the ability of being psychic or telepathic know that every day can be strange. Sure it can be helpful at times. However, we also share a great sadness and often lonely life. Why? You might ask. It’s like this, upon meeting new people we know/read them as an open book. Giving us the knowledge to know who they are; (good or bad) personalities (good or evil) and in our world today, it is often bad/evil!
Relationships? Not easy! How can we carry on a normal relationship (love or friend) when we can read almost every thought?
And to help others? Again, not easy! I try each day to help others (guide them) to or from what I know. I want so badly to shake them and say "listen! I’m trying to help you" However, I have no choice but to move on to the next if they are unwilling to listen, leaving me feeling empty as if I failed them.
And psychic dreams and visions don’t always share enough info to step in and change or help what we know is to come. Only leaving us to feel overwhelmed with knowing it is to be. With years under my belt, I am just now learning to accept who I am. And that I must try to learn to accept people for who they are (even when I know their darkest side) NOT EASY! I am still learning. I am also learning that I cannot help everyone. That if they turn away? At least I tried.
Sorry that I didn’t write a strange/crazy story for your interest. I wanted to write the truth about being psychic. Maybe someone out there understands fully about what I wrote.