Alright folks, buckle up. Today’s topic hit me like a ton of bricks last month – planets wandering through that murky 12th house. Felt weird and heavy, honestly.

First off, it just sorta crept up on me. Woke up one Tuesday feeling… off. Not sick, just super tired and kinda wanting to hide under the blankets forever. Dreams got super wild and vivid, like full-on weird movies playing all night. Couldn’t shake that foggy-head feeling for days, even coffee wasn’t cutting it.

So, What Did I Actually Try?

Well, panicking was step one, obviously. Didn’t help much. Then I remembered reading stuff about the 12th house being about endings, secrets, and hidden stuff. Kinda scary! But hey, gotta deal with it.

Here’s what went down:

• Journaling Like a Mad Person: Seriously, grabbed the nearest notebook. Whenever that heavy “alone in the universe” feeling hit, I just scribbled. Didn’t try to make sense of it, just let whatever garbage was swirling around spill out. Page after page. It got messy, sometimes dark, sometimes just plain nonsense. But getting it out? Big relief. Felt like dumping mental trash.
• Early Bedtimes Became My Religion: Not gonna lie, forcing myself to bed at like 9:30 felt weird at first. But this weird tiredness demanded it. Started turning off screens an hour before. Read boring books. Made the bedroom feel like a cozy cave. And you know what? After a few days of this super boring schedule, that dragging feeling eased up. Dreams stayed weird, but waking up felt slightly less like slogging through mud.
• Alone Time? Non-Negotiable: I usually like people! But during this transit? Nope. That inner voice was screaming for quiet. So I carved it out. Told friends I was “busy.” Actually spent lunch breaks sitting in the car with the radio off. Half an hour in the park, just staring at squirrels. It wasn’t about being sad, it was like… giving my brain breathing room it desperately needed.
• Ditched the Big Plans: This was hard. I’m a planner! But pushing against this foggy energy felt like running into a wall. So I just… stopped forcing things. That big project deadline? Talked to my boss, got an extension. Social event I felt iffy about? Politely bailed. Kinda felt guilty at first, but honestly? A huge weight lifted the moment I stopped pretending to be normal.

The Messy Results (Because It’s Not Magic)

Did all this fix everything? Hell no. Some days still sucked. That underlying “weirdness” hung around. BUT.

• The crushing exhaustion did ease up. Big time.
• The constant background noise in my head got quieter. The journal purge really worked wonders.
• Started noticing little things – moments of weird calm, sudden flashes of intuition about stuff I’d been overthinking. Like tiny moments of quiet clarity in the fog.
• Accepting that “hiding out” phase made it easier. Stopped fighting the feeling.

Real Talk: It didn’t make the transit magically disappear. It’s still rolling along. But it stopped feeling like being dragged underwater. More like floating in a slightly murky pool. Still gotta pay attention, stay quiet, don’t fight the current. But way less terrifying than drowning. Still keeping the journal close and prioritizing sleep. Taking it one weirdly quiet day at a time.