I Thought I Would Just Know
Before I was pregnant, I thought motherhood would be an extension of my intuition. I imagined receiving divine guidance effortlessly, like a direct line to the universe, whispering answers to every question I asked.
Instead, I felt like I was being pulled under.
It was like peacefully swimming in the ocean one moment and then suddenly getting sucked out by a King Wave the next. I was still in the water, but I wasn’t breathing. I couldn’t feel myself. I couldn’t feel God.
Everything about motherhood felt completely foreign to me.
I thought I should have had it figured out, but I didn’t.
My baby was colicky, allergic to milk, and struggled to feed. Breastfeeding was a failure.
I was deathly afraid of her choking. I let other people feed her solids because my compulsion was so obsessive.
The exhaustion was unbearable, but the real pain was the disconnection. From my spouse, my identity, my intuition, and even my own body.
I was scrambling for meaning between baby cries, the never-ending demands of a household, and the unpredictable storms of my own emotions.
I suffered from Postpartum Depression, Anxiety, and Rage, all magnified by Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder.
Two weeks before my period, I wanted to die.
I had never felt more alone, isolated, and confused.
Where was the insight? The intuition? The motherly instinct everyone promised would just kick in? Who was I now?
The Truth Is, I Had Always Felt This Way
Motherhood didn’t create this feeling of being lost—it just magnified it.
My childhood was rocky. My father passed suddenly when I was very young, and my family spoke of it only in fragments. It was as if there was a missing piece of me I was never allowed to find.
I grew up feeling emotionally neglected, unsure how to nurture or be nurtured. My caretakers did their best, but I often wondered…
If they had known my astrology, would they have understood me better?
Would they have seen the way I needed to be loved, instead of loving me only in the way they knew how?
It wasn’t their fault. But the wound remained.
And when I became a mother, I realized—
I didn’t know how to give my children the nurturing I had never received.
The Map Back to Myself
I didn’t find astrology, astrology found me.
Somewhere in the chaos, I turned back to my birth chart. Not just as a curiosity, but as a lifeline.
I started decoding my 12th House Moon, the placement that had shaped my entire experience of emotional isolation. The missing pieces started falling into place.
✨ It showed me why my emotions felt like tidal waves crashing out of nowhere.
✨ It explained why I had always struggled to feel at home within myself.
✨ It revealed why motherhood felt like an initiation rather than a destination.
I finally understood that I wasn’t broken, I was transforming.
But the biggest revelation?
I could give my children the understanding I had always longed for.
Because knowing my astrology didn’t just change my mothering,
It changed how I nurtured myself.
Now, I Help Other Mothers Read Their Own Map
If you’ve ever felt like motherhood swallowed you whole,
If you’ve ever wondered why you and your child feel so different,
If you’ve ever questioned whether you’re doing this all wrong...
I see you. I hear you. I am you.
And I want to show you what astrology showed me:
💫 Your birth chart is a map back to yourself.
💫 Your child’s chart is a guide to understanding them on a soul level.
💫 You were never meant to mother alone.
Because the answers were never outside of you, they’ve been inside you all along. You just need the right key to unlock them.
Are You Ready to See Yourself Clearly?
Let’s uncover the wisdom, resilience, and clarity already written in your stars.