Story of an Indigo Angel
I lived 18 years in a chaotic house hold with four older siblings. I never had it easy, but I never saw it as a struggle. At a very young age I had been open-minded and self-assure. My mom often called me an “old soul” for how empathetic I was to others. It wasn’t until middle school and those awkward pre-teen years where I developed low-self esteem. I wasn’t beautiful and...