I’ve lost a couple of friends to suicide. One was a middle and high school friend who I teen party made out with a few times, but whose importance as a friend in my heart in those days, and for always, was far greater than I ever got the chance to tell him. My other friend was a fellow mom, a TRUTH speaker, and 80s girl, who shared heart and soul with me. She called me brave; I named her braver. Then there were the friends from my NYC days who were lost to passive suicide, via heroin addiction. I see now that each of them was an Empath—absorbing the energy of those around them. Each one was entertaining as hell to be around. Each one felt deeply. Each one left a soul imprint on so many they crossed paths with. I’ve often wondered why so many wondrous souls leave us “too soon.” Then it occurred to me this morning…maybe all the energy takers depleted their energy supply in order to live their lives, leaving the energy givers with no more to sustain themselves. And if that is true, if we consciously helped the givers to protect and preserve just a little bit more, maybe they’d be able to give those extra morsels of energy to their own weary souls. Just a thought.