When it comes to Virgos, I’ve never been scarred, hurt, or betrayed by anyone more. The relationships I’m referring to are familial. It always starts with pure love on my end, wanting to share my passions and dreams with these people only to be let down by their rigid viewpoints and judgmental opinions. They’re the ones who claim to hold all the answers to everyone else’s problems, yet their own lives remain tangled in chaos. The betrayal stings even more because of how close we once were. Blood family are the people who were supposed to protect me, to guide with maturity, yet they’ve proven to be some of the coldest-hearted individuals I’ve ever known. The type who cheer for you to your face but plot behind your back. They might even scheme right beside you, convinced you’re too naive to see through their games. Gemini faces masking evil intentions, all to advance their own agendas. What terrifies me most is the spirit they carry. The kind the devil himself would applaud.  

Now, I’m not the Zodiac Slayer, and I’m trying to break the habit of using astrology to define people or judge character. Researching my own chart and being a Libra stellium with shadowed placements has left me questioning: Is any of this real? Is astrology a one-size-fits-most framework, or do I just cling to fragments that resonate to my soul? I’m not perfect. As a fact, in some stories, I might even be the villain. I refuse to find comfort in playing the victim. I won’t wallow in helplessness over those I believe wronged me. So here I stand, acknowledging accountability for how others may feel, yet honoring my own truth through it all because many things can be true at once. For now, surviving Virgos remains a vivid chapter in my story.