We carry the weight of the world, and we hold it in our hearts. Limited spaces for our own feelings. We bare the pain and suffering of those we heal and carry the traumas with us. With light that we give others, we carry the darkness they pay us with.
Sometimes the journey is on your own and the path lonely. I may walk alone but I do not want to. My path is of a healer and my suffering infinite. I take the pain of others on to myself, and it jades my soul. It takes time for me to heal after I have healed others. I can take a limited amount of pain before it starts hurting. I hold scars of everyone’s pain, but no one can carry the burden with me. I forget that not all hearts bare the world and not everyone wants to share my pain. Not all souls heal and not every person can loan their light.
Life of a healer can be painful. As we mend our broken souls and tend to our wounds no one stops to support us. It is a race against humanity. They all head away from us as we take their pain and are left alone.
The Autistic Experience 
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