For a long time, i thought overwhelm was just the baseline. that running on empty was normal. that there was something fundamentally broken about how my brain worked — and that if i just tried harder, i'd eventually figure it out.

i spent years in therapy asking the same question on repeat: why am i like this?

then i had my birth chart read.

not a vague "you're a libra so you like balance" kind of reading. a real one. the kind where someone puts words to the thing you've always quietly known about yourself but never knew how to say out loud.

i found out i have a 12th house stellium — three or more planets in the house of the collective unconscious. i wasn't broken. i wasn't too sensitive. i was built to feel things other people couldn't access yet. that thing where i felt something in a room and nobody else seemed to? that wasn't in my head. that was my chart.

that one piece of information changed everything. not because it fixed anything. but because i finally had language for who i am, how i love, why i do the things i do — and what i actually need to feel like myself.

i started reading. obsessively. 300+ charts later, the correlations are undeniable. and when i lost my astrologer donna — who passed away before my saturn return — i had to become my own. and slowly, then all at once, everyone else's.

lovingly adri was born on a life changing trip to mexico, when i realized i could give other people what astrology gave me. i could be the person who answers the question.

i stopped trying to fix myself and started learning how to use myself. that's what i give people.

lovingly,

adri