On limiting beliefs as self-identity
At first, I just wished I could trade my Sun sign for another one. When I found out about my other placements, I started bemoaning them, too. I wished I were a fun-loving Sagittarius, an ethereal Pisces, or a charming Libra with no oppositions or hard aspects. Instead, I was stuck with a natal chart, full of inopportune placements and got the most boring forecast on any given day.
“What do you mean, you were stuck with your chart? Don’t you know a chart’s forever??” Yeah, I know. But I recently diagnosed myself with clinging to my chart as a means to define who I am and decided to cure myself of that.
I define myself by my negative experiences – abuse, trauma, mental health issues; by what I lack rather than what I have. So it makes sense for such a person to pad their Definition of Self with more inadequacies for a lack of healthy one…
I’m finally starting to develop a sense of self that extends beyond this but up until yesterday I felt like there was a limit to how clearly I can define who I am, let alone accept it. I took a closer look at my self-definitions and -beliefs: I’m depressive; overly practical; lack aspirations… I’m clumsy uncoordinated; can’t get over my negative experiences; bring nothing to the table – a fair amount of which beliefs and definition were put into my head by other people or appeared there as a result of me “losing” some comparison to another girl or woman.
Then there were the “shoulds”: “I should fit a mould”; “I should achieve certain things to be valuable”.
Then there was, “I can’t be self-confident”; “I can’t be fun to be around”; “I can’t be emotionally stable”; “I can’t take risks” etc.
A lot of these limiting beliefs come from what I’ve read in my chart, as well as my own fear of certain things. Too afraid of losing my financial stability to apply for a new job, too scared of failure to take up painting again, too invested in what people think of me to be who I want to be.
Then there’s me overestimating the power of the past over my present and future: “I can’t paint since X thing happened 7 years ago” (not kidding), “I’d make a terrible mother because of my own upbringing”; “I can’t ever be fully recovered from my past eating disorder”…
Yesterday, I mustered up the ballzzz to question why and whether that even matters, especially the astrology thing – but the trauma and sense of inadequacy other people had imposed onto me, too.
I clung to astrology, so I could compartmentalize my messy life into neat little boxes. Turns out, the boxes were the wrong boxes and it made everything even more of a mess! I was searching for answers that would empower me on my journey towards self-actualization or, you know, just make my life easier. Instead, I found a bunch of excuses for things I need to work on, as well as for other people’s baggage they’d end up unloading on me.
I used to put myself down because I didn’t have Venus in 5th, so being exceptionally attractive or remarkable just wasn’t in the cards for me. I have no Signs/planets in the 1st house, which I thought is very fitting for someone with literally n o sense of Self. I also took it as a sign that I’ll n e v e r have one. I wished to have a Leo Sun or whatever a favorable position for a sign would be in my chart, thinking I’d be less of a screw-up if that were the case. I tried to translate placements I have into real-life good qualities to boost my confidence… and it changed nothing. Other people’s charts always seemed “better” than my own.
I couldn’t effectively think about people’s behaviors and intentions because a lot of the time because that requires me to see the bigger picture. And I just didn’t.
I used astrological analyses and predictions to self-medicate my anxiety in a way. An ineffective way, I may add. The more I sought insight, the more anxious I became. As a pessimist, I tried to predict when the other shoe would drop using astrology. Tried to eradicate uncertainty from my life.
I made peace with uncertainty some time ago. My anxiety about the future is a manifestation of my fear of the unknown. Guess what. No one knows anything for certain but they don’t have to live with crippling anxiety about it – and neither do i.
Something clicked yesterday and I just don’t… think the answer in the stars anymore, you get what I mean? Everybody’s natal chart I’ve read so far has been hyper-accurate. My own chart has given me some valuable pointers about which path to take. I’ve outgrown my need for it at this point, I’m ready to open my mind or whatever.
And I refuse to be defined as a Capricorn with a Moon in Cancer and a Leo Rising… with a Libra Mars etc anymore.
I’m me.
Nice to meet Me.











