05/26/2026
This is my Ta**us Era — and I didn’t know how much I needed it until it cracked me open.
As Ta**us Season danced with my 7th and 8th houses, the terrain of intimacy, attachment, and everything the body holds beneath the strategies we build to survive — something I had long buried came into focus.
I have relational trauma. The kind that quietly convinces you that being chosen at all is a miracle. That if someone stays, you don’t ask for more. You make yourself worthy of the choosing and you call that enough.
For a long time, it was.
But this season illuminated something I wasn’t ready to see before: there is a difference between being chosen and being cherished. Being chosen can still be conditional, convenient, comfortable. Being cherished requires someone to see the specific texture of you — your depth, your fire, your need for both fierce freedom and profound tenderness — and hold all of it as precious.
I didn’t know I was allowed to want that. My baseline of relational trust was fractured long before I understood what trust was supposed to feel like.
This season asked me to grieve that. Not to fix it. Not to manage it. To actually feel it.
And underneath the grief — a knowing: when this roots its lesson, Embodiment will lead me back to my pedestal.
The full reflection is on the blog. Link in bio. 🤍
If this found you — trust that.