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Wake up and keep going! Don't let anyone break you down!

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Broken Systems, Broken Boundaries: How I Learned to Stop Feeding My Fears

My whole life, fear ran the show. Fear of being unliked, unsuccessful, ‘not enough’—fear so thick, I mistook it for truth. I turned the other cheek from disrespect so often, I lost count. I buried my pain under bad sex, hard liquor, and men who treated my kindness like a “Houston summer” hot, heavy, and emotionally exhausting. Even last year, I let users and verbal abusers stick around—not because I was weak, but because I’d been taught love was earned through suffering.

I’ve got two kids (and a child-support system that’s useless if they get paid under the table), a résumé of survival jobs, and a lifetime of being the “cool girl” who settled for crumbs. The world’s weight crushed my shoulders daily—what if I lose it all? But here’s what snapped me awake: you can’t outrun a wound you refuse to name.

Therapy forced me to see it—I wasn’t “generous,” I was codependent. Not “easygoing,” but boundary-less. My parents loved me, sure, but their language was gifts and grind, not time and tenderne

Now? I’m sober, starving my demons, and feeding my soul. Astrology’s my compass—those childhood nights tracking constellations were my first clues that I belonged to something bigger than my pain.

Your Cosmic “Aha”: Chiron (The Wound That Becomes Your Work)

In your birth chart, Chiron is your PhD in pain—the wound you’ve carried (generational trauma, abandonment, not-enoughness) that ironically becomes your superpower.

My Chiron in Taurus (12th house) explains why

- Hoarded leftovers “just in case” (food = love).

- Clung to toxic jobs “for stability” (money = safety).

- Let men buy me drinks but never see me (gifts = affection).

Sound familiar? That’s Chiron’s whisper: “Your wound is your work.”

The System is Rigged (But We’re Cheat-Coding It)

Scarcity mindset isn’t a “you” problem—it’s capitalism’s generational curse. We’re taught to hustle for crumbs while billionaires hoard feasts. My parents worked sick to “give me everything”—but what I needed was their time, not another toy.

Now? I call BS on the lie

- “Hustle = worth.”

- “Love is transactional.”

- “You should be grateful for scraps.”

Houston’s gentrification mirrors this perfectly—“renovation” that erases history. My block’s now dotted with $7 cold brew coffees and $300K townhomes, while natives get priced out. (“Like putting avocado toast in a chopped cheese sandwich and calling it ‘innovation.’”

But my Aquarius Sun won’t let me wallow. I’m done renting my worth.

I want:

- A home that’s mine (not a landlord’s).

- A salary that doesn’t make me sweat the H-E-B grocery bill.

- Joy that isn’t rationed.

Healing in Houston: A Native’s Survival Guide

Between the sprawl, the devil’s breath humidity (May-November, IYKYK), and the city’s new “attitude ”, it’s easy to feel isolated.

My Gemini Rising rebels in tiny acts:

- Charting transits at George Observatory.

- Swapping trauma stories over a good meal.

- Laughing at dating app dumpster fires (matched with a guy who listed ‘women’ as a red flag… then DM’d me his Cashapp 🤡).

The Future We’re Coding

I’m not just healing—I’m building a world where scarcity is obsolete. Imagine:

- Communities that trade time, not money.

- Apps that predict trauma triggers.

- Schools teaching astrology alongside algebra.

This isn’t fantasy—it’s the future we’re writing.

Your Rebellion Homework (3 Steps)

1. Unlearn one capitalist lie (“Rest is lazy” / “Love is earned”).

2. Pull your natal chart at https://www.astro.com. Find Chiron (🗝️ symbol)—what’s your wound-turned-superpower?

3. Comment below: “My Chiron is in __ [sign/house]. Help me decode it!”

I’ll reply to 3 people with a free ritual to alchemize their pain.