By Theodora M. Focht I can remember the day I called my mother and told her I was an Indigo Empath. She asked, “What is that, and can they give you a pill for it.” “No, why would they? I…
By Theodora M. Focht I can remember the day I called my mother and told her I was an Indigo Empath. She asked, “What is that, and can they give you a pill for it.” “No, why would they? I…