The Exhaustion of Empathy

Empathy can be exhausting.

Yeah, I know. I’m the asshole. I revel in it. It used to be that I could verbally tear into anyone without remorse on little or no notice. I still can, and occasionally enjoy doing so, but those times are few and far between.

Dealing with other people’s emotions can be harrowing at times. I’m stubborn, but every few years, my mental health and interpersonal relationships suffer and I need a day. I put it off for far too long, and the effects are apparent.