A couple of weeks ago, I joined an astrology website. 🪐 I thought I’d get a few cute horoscopes, maybe a report or two. Nothing serious. Just a fun detour through the cosmos.
Instead? It cracked me wide open.
✨ As part of the signup, they asked me to fill out a short questionnaire. Casual. Basic. But when I sat down to answer it... Something shifted. I didn’t just write answers. I poured out my soul.
And today, I’m doing something brave: I’m sharing it with you.
Not because it’s pretty. Not because I have all the answers. But because it’s real. And maybe someone out there needs to know you’re not the only one searching the skies for direction.
🌟 What are you hoping to get out of astrology?
"Knowledge and insight into life and its meaning in general, and its path/purpose for me. Guidance toward the life I want to live and the life my son deserves. Answers to the unknown. In my opinion, the possibilities are endless."
I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted the Universe to speak up.
💔 What are the biggest issues in your life right now, and how do they make you feel?
I’m a single mom, in the middle of a high-conflict custody case. The stakes? They feel impossible. It’s not about winning or losing. It’s about him, my son. His life. His stability. His future.
I left my corporate job, a decision I wrestled with for months. The negative influences it had on my mental health, family life, and overall well-being became too heavy to ignore. I had to choose between survival and soul. Now I’m on a mission to figure out how to provide for us in a way that feels aligned, not just profitable but purposeful. Financially, I’m wobbling. Emotionally, I’m unraveling. But spiritually? I’m awakening.
Then there’s my health. Due to a medication, I’ve lost teeth. I have no dental insurance. The process to get my smile back is long and painful. My smile — once confident — is now hidden behind shame and fear. I avoid mirrors. I avoid people. I avoid myself.
Still... I’m here. Writing. Fighting. Hoping.
💞How are you hoping astrology can help?
I don’t need astrology to fix me. I just need it to remind me I’m not broken.
The stars give me structure when my world feels chaotic. They reflect truths I sometimes forget. They whisper, “Keep going. You’re not lost — just in motion.”
Even if it’s just breadcrumbs from the cosmos, I’ll follow them.
🏡 What does your dream life look like?
✨ My son and I in a cozy home filled with laughter. ✨ My smile; real, restored, and radiant — no longer something I hide, but something I own with pride. ✨ My blog and book are thriving, lighting paths for other lost souls. ✨ My voice being heard, my story being shared, my purpose being lived. ✨ A mother-son podcast bringing joy and realness into people’s lives. ✨ Co-parenting peacefully. No more battles — just bridges.
✨ Reconnection. Redemption. Real love.
I don’t want perfection. I want peace, purpose, and presence.
🔭 How can astrology help make that dream real?
I’m still figuring that out.
But astrology keeps calling me back.
There’s something in the patterns — the way the stars align, the rhythm of the planets — that reminds me I belong to something bigger. That this pain has a purpose. That this story isn’t over.
🌌 What Astrology Means to Me Now
Since writing that questionnaire, my relationship with astrology has deepened.
It’s not just a mystical hobby; it’s a mirror, a compass, and sometimes a survival tool. When the nights are long and the fear creeps in, I can open my chart and remember I was born for this. The planets don’t promise ease; they offer meaning.
My Scorpio Pluto reminds me that transformation is painful, but sacred.
My Capricorn Sun and Sagittarius Moon? Their whispers are heard: You can carry this weight. And you will. You will come through this connected and emerge as the Cosmic Goddess you were meant to be.
☕ A Visual Metaphor for This Chapter of My Life
Some days, I feel like a cracked teacup. Fragile. Flawed. But still able to hold warmth. Still serving. Still here.
Astrology doesn’t glue me back together, but it reminds me that even cracked cups reflect moonlight. 🌙
💫 Cosmic Mantras for My Healing
These are the words I repeat to myself on hard days:
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“The stars aren’t above me — they’re within me.”
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“My story didn’t break me. It revealed me.”
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“My son doesn’t need a perfect mom. He needs a present one.”
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“It’s okay to be in progress. The moon never stays the same.”
Feel free to borrow them. Or better yet, write your own.
📬 Let’s Talk: Your Turn
Have you ever cried over a horoscope?
Ever felt like your birth chart understood you better than your best friend?
Tell me in the comments. Message me. Tag me. Let’s build this constellation together.
You don’t have to do this alone.
🌀 This questionnaire wasn’t meant to be therapy. But it was. It held a mirror to my soul and whispered, "See? You’re still in there."
It reminded me why I started this blog — not to showcase perfection, but to share the messy middle. The real-time rediscovery of who I am.
So, if you’re still reading this, thank you. 🌙 Thank you for witnessing my heart. Thank you for walking this journey with me.
And if you’ve ever cried while staring at your birth chart… you’re not alone.
Welcome home.
I didn’t come to astrology for answers. I came for light.
And it showed me something better: myself.
With stardust and strength,
Maia 🌌
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