I don’t take the phrase “coming out” lightly. I’ve had to make a big admission to myself recently, and I’ve already privately approached some family and close friends about it. It’s something I’ve been avoiding and repressing for a very, very long time. Given the context, this might sound a bit silly, and maybe it is. Hey: I own being silly. As a friend recently proclaimed upon her first time visiting my home and seeing my room, “Olivia! Your room looks like a teenager’s! You’re ridiculous.” I am ridiculous. I love being ridiculous, and my friend loves my ridiculousness, too. Continue reading “Mom, I’m an Empath – Coming Out of the Emotional Closet”