How I Used Astrology to Coach Myself Out of a Crash Out
There’s a version of me.
In the afro-futurist graphic novel that I’d written in my mind
That fully lost it after the week she’d experienced.
And honestly…
She had every right to.
My taxes were rejected because someone filed under my social before I did.
My passport is stuck in limbo somewhere between DC and me after sending it off for a visa.
And now my once-in-a-lifetime trip to Ghana is hanging in the balance.
All after two very full weeks at work.
Not bad weeks.
They were actually very fulfilling.
But they were also the kind of weeks where your body whispers what it needs…
And you answer, “soon, I promise”
Whereyou start calling self-abandonment “discipline” and “devotion”
And you can feel the consequences building.
The frustration.
The grief.
The quiet irritation of “you know you are doing too much right now”
And I’ve known that I’ve been standing at the edge of a crash out for some time now.
Collecting agitation.
Tempting fate with tiny triggers along the way.
If I’m honest, the breaking point was small.
Friday night,
USPS promised a 9pm delivery.
That time came and went,
And nothing arrived at my door.
I stayed up refreshing the tracking well past midnight
Trying to hold onto a version of reality that was already slipping away.
Thinking surely God wouldn’t let this happen to me.
Not like this.
Not after everything I’ve pushed through.
As if my effort had earned me a different outcome.
The morning came, and I could feel afro-futurist graphic novel Candace trying to take over,
Ready to spiral.
Ready to lose it.
And I didn’t rush to fix it.
I didn’t pretend to be positive.
I didn’t try to out-spiritualize my humanity.
In fact,
I was angry with God.
I was disappointed in myself.
I was ready to unleash my vengeance on USPS.
So, I let myself fully feel it.
After some tears,
And a few rounds of “why me God?”
I turned to astrology
It’s moments like this —
where so much is out of your control,
that I find astrology to be most valuable.
I often tell my clients:
Astrology has this uncanny way of making things… make sense.
And this was no different.
Because when I looked at the chart,
I wasn’t looking for answers.
I was looking for context.
Let me show you what I mean.
(And if you’re new to this, stay with me.
This is exactly the kind of clarity we can find in your chart too.)
My Libra sun: the part of me that craves balance, harmony, beauty
Sits in my 1st house.
My sense of self.
My identity.
How I show up and govern my life.
And it was directly opposed by the new moon in Aries in my 7th house.
Translation?
There was tension between:
The part of me that juggles everything to create harmony
And the part of me that is tired of doing that.
The part of me that shows up for others
And the part of me that needs to show up for myself.
The part of me that keeps the peace and quiet
and the part of me that is ready to choose me…
even if it disrupts everything.
And at the same time…
Jupiter bringer of expansion and growth,
was activating my career and purpose in my 10th house.
While Pluto, guide to deep, inescapable transformation,
lives in my 2nd house and when invited,
stir up everything tied to my worth.
Not only was I being asked to show up bigger in my life…
I was also being asked:
Do you actually feel worthy of the life you’re building?
Or do you feel you have to earn it by depleting yourself?
The things falling apart around me no longer feel random.
They feel like the kind of pressure that creates a diamond.
Like I’m being molded into a version of me that is ready to break through
the patterns of overgiving and under-nourishing myself.
And that’s where the self-coaching began…
Instead of prioritizing fixing the situation
I chose to meet myself inside of it.
Instead of spiraling, I got curious.
Instead of abandoning myself, I asked myself what I needed.
Instead of pushing through, I listened.
Astrology didn’t cause this moment
The stars didn’t lose my passport.
They didn’t cause the hiccup with my taxes.
But they did tell the truth about the season I’m in.
And because of that,
they gave me permission
to feel everything that was coming up,
and still act on the lessons and the wisdom inside.
I’ve been moving like self-care is optional.
Like rest is something I earn after I’ve done enough.
Like I can build a life I love while slowly disconnecting from myself.
And that’s not sustainable.
That’s not the life I’m here to live.
I sat with myself like I would sit with one of my clients
I asked:
Where have you been overriding yourself?
What kind of care have you been avoiding because it’s not cute, not aesthetic, not fun?
What would it look like to tend to your life with the same devotion you give your ambition?
And the answers?
They weren’t glamorous.
Every. Damn. Where
Cleaning your space.
Slowing your pace.
Tending to yourself.
Handling the unsexy parts of your life like they matter – because they do.
This is the part we don’t talk about enough
Everyone wants transformation.
But very few people want to sit in the moment where life interrupts them.
Where things fall apart just enough to show you what’s been misaligned.
Where your coping strategies stop working.
Where your pace becomes unsustainable.
But hear me when I say this:
Interruption is not punishment.
It is redirection.
If you’re at a similar edge right now…
Pause.
Explore the pattern.
Listen to the quiet alarms sounding
And invite yourself to choose differently
Before life forces your hand.
And if you need support doing that…
I’d love to guide you.
Purchase a Devoted to the Shift reading.
You’ll share what’s been coming up for you,
and I’ll send you a personalized recorded reading
with grounded guidance on how to move through it.
From Ghana –
When I finally get there
