Somewhere Beneath The Surface
Sometimes I get the feeling of something deeper inside me that my conscious mind isn't aware of and I am only able to sense fragments and bits and pieces to whatever lies deeper down in the darker recesses of my mind.
Occasionally a flash of an image or a sound or a word or a whole train of thought pops out of somewhere in my deeper subconscious that my conscious mind just will not or cannot latch onto for more than a fleeting moment and without any context or rhyme or reason.
I often ponder what gift, if that is the right word, has been repressed by my own conscious mind and, if so, what reason? Maybe it was out of fear or lack of comprehension, maybe I just wanted to seem 'normal' in the eyes of others and I learned how to repress and hide these things deep down inside me and forgot all about them until I learned about empaths.
Sometimes I wonder what I might have become if I hadn't fallen into the trap of 'normality' and tried to lead a 'normal' life and embraced my natural or true self.
But I also wonder if I'm just crazy and if I'm just repressing some form of madness. I wonder if I am harbouring some empathic abilities or if I'm just getting some fuzz from my own subconscious mind.