Excerpt: "...the truth you're excavating from your own mental archives carries exactly that quality—liberating but also infuriating, in equal measure. Especially when you realise how much of your so-called clarity has just been high-functioning anxiety dressed up in a lab coat and horn-rimmed glasses. Nerd-sexy, maybe, but ugh.. perfunctory and likely to lead to messy situations..."

Excerpt: "...When your career or reputation unexpectedly mutates without permission, the fury travels downward, through the floorboards, into your kitchen, your bedroom, into cellular memories of your parents' house, into ancient resentment towards whoever first made you feel unsafe in what should have been sanctuary. And then, heaven's forbid... you make everyone around you pay for it....."

Excerpt: "...This Scorpio New Moon marks the moment when joy, faith, and belonging all submit to the same ruthless criterion: if it doesn't smell honest, you leave. Not gradually. Not with a long explanatory email. Not after one more attempt to fix it. You just leave, and let the people who've been dining out on your emotional labour figure out their own fucking dinner plans..."