DIARY of the TRAUMATIZED EMPATH
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Julie Parks doesn't belong here.
Not with these people.
She's too different.
August 1, 2020, Julia Parks decided write in her diary. The book she's been avoiding for 6 months because she knows it will one day hold all of her biggest secrets and deepest regrets. She is not ready to face her demons and dark thoughts.. or is she?
She's been connecting back with her roots, with the divine. But Julie thinks that her connections to Divinity has fallen short, or gotten weak to the point of being alone, with no guidance.
Take a ride on this emotional rollercoaster, and see Julie's every thought in her diary entries. You may soon come to find, someone else is journaling right with her. Her guardian angel? Her higher self? The universe? Only Julie knows.
Life advice flows throughout each page. Understand that love is the answer to all. And patients will get you to your destination 10x quicker.
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