I can see people's auras... and it's a curse

I have always had a gift. I can see people’s auras. I see them as colored outlines around people that indicate their various moods, emotions, and energies. <br><br>I first realized I had this gift when I was a toddler. As a toddler you can see and experience things that as an adult we can’t… or have forgotten. As a toddler, I spent a lot of time looking at people. Watching them, studying them. Because I was trying to figure out who they were and what made them tick. I realized that the people in my world had colored outlines of light around them, and that these outlines seemed to change depending on what was happening. <br><br>For example, my parents would get red outlines when they were angry. My dad would sometimes have a dark, inky black outline if he drank too much. My mom would shift more towards a deep purple color if she was sad or upset. And she was sad and upset a lot. I could see that even if I couldn’t articulate it as a toddler yet.<br><br>When I got a bit older, I started asking people about these outlines. And they told me I was just seeing things, or making it up, or that it was my imagination running away with me. But I knew what I was seeing, and it didn’t feel like my imagination. It felt like an observation of something real.<br><br> Eventually I learned to just keep my observations to myself. Even if they were accurate. <br><br>For example, when I was in kindergarten I saw a classmate of mine with a deep indigo aura. It was so dark it was almost black, and it had little sparks of red in it. This was a new one for me, and I was studying it. I asked the classmate why they had that color around them, and they looked at me like I was insane. But I pushed, because I was curious, and I had never seen an aura like that before. Finally the kid broke down and said their mom had died the night before. And when I got home from school that night, I told my mom about it. My mom asked me more about what the kid had said, and I repeated the whole story.<br><br>My mom listened very intently to the whole story, and when I was done, she was quiet for a moment, and then she said “That’s very interesting sweetie. But you know you can’t see auras, right? So you must have just figured it out another way”. <br><br>But I knew I hadn’t figured it out another way. I had Seen it. And I knew that I had a special gift. Even if no one else believed me. <br><br>As I got older, this gift got stronger. And more defined. I could see more colors, more clearly. I could see shifts and changes in people’s auras. And I learned to read them better and better. <br><br>And the older I got, the more I realized: this is a curse.<br><br>Yes, people think having a gift is a blessing. And for some people, it is. But for me, my gift is a burden. <br><br>I wake up every morning and I see the aura of everyone around me. If I go to a store, I see the auras of all the other customers. If I go to work, I see the auras of my coworkers. If I’m at the airport, I see the auras of everyone there. And it’s not just people I can see or interact with. I can see the auras of everyone in my line of sight. <br><br>And most of the time, those auras are dark and low and sad. People are miserable and tired and beaten down and unhappy. They are stressed and anxious and upset. And I can see all of that. <br><br>Imagine walking around every day with a constant reminder that most people are miserable. That most people are tired and stressed and unhappy. Imagine seeing that everywhere you go. Imagine having to live with that knowledge constantly.<br><br>And I don’t just see the now. I see the past. And I can make educated guesses about the future. When I see someone with a dark aura, I can see the echoes of their past traumas that got them to this place. I can see where the darkness started, what might have caused it, and how it has built up over time. I can see the choices they made that led them to their current situation. <br><br>And when I see someone with a bright aura, I worry for them. Because I know they will inevitably lose that brightness. That the world will eventually beat it out of them. They’ll choose the wrong path. They’ll experience trauma. They’ll make choices based on fear or ignorance or selfishness. And that aura will shift and darken. <br><br>I’ve seen it happen before. I can see it happening all around me. And I know it will happen to every person I interact with. <br><br>And I can’t stop it. All I can do is watch.<br><br>I am not a fixer. I am not a healer. I am just a watcher. An observer. A witness. <br><br>This world is fucked up. People are mostly miserable, and they mostly make choices based on fear or ignorance. And I get to see the exact flavor and hue of that misery. I get to watch, powerless, as the people around me live lives that are drenched in darkness and sadness. <br><br>Some people might think they would want this gift. But trust me, if you have it, you would hate it. And if you don’t have it, be grateful.<br><br>This is not a gift. It is a curse.<br><br>[EDIT 1 - There is enough interest that I am going to continue this story. If you want to be notified when I post a new chapter, please subscribe to my profile.