Nero
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- Joined
- Jan 12, 2024
- Messages
- 52
This Saturn return feels like it’s tearing me apart. I hate who I’ve been and the mistakes I’ve made. All those years I spent lost in daydreams, floating in that Neptunian haze, seem like a cruel joke now. I was so ungrounded, so impractical, and now I’m paying the price for it.
I’m 29, unemployed, and drowning in worry. My bank account is a constant reminder of my failures. How did I let it get this bad? The pressure is unbearable, especially with the tradition in my country that men should marry before 30. If I don’t get married soon, it’ll be almost impossible to marry a young woman. The thought of it eats at me every day. I despise how much I care about these social expectations, but I can’t help it. They’re woven into the fabric of who I am.
To make matters worse, I know I need to change my profession. What I’ve been doing isn’t working. Starting over from scratch at this age feels like climbing a mountain with no peak in sight. I used to be bad at grounding myself, always too dreamy and idealistic. But recently, as I’ve been working on my natal chart, I’m starting to see things more clearly. Understanding my tendencies has helped, but it hasn’t made the reality any less daunting.
Comparing myself to others is a daily torture. I feel like a piece of shit compared to so many people around me. They have their lives together—careers, relationships, material possessions. And here I am, with nothing to show for my years. There’s so much I need to work on in my personality. It’s overwhelming.
The only thing that brings me any peace is knowing my parents are still here. They are the only people who truly care about me, who love me despite all my flaws. Their presence is a small island of comfort in a sea of chaos.
I wish I could shrug off the societal expectations, but they’re like chains I can’t break. I want to find my own path but it’s a constant battle. I’m scared of the future...
I’m 29, unemployed, and drowning in worry. My bank account is a constant reminder of my failures. How did I let it get this bad? The pressure is unbearable, especially with the tradition in my country that men should marry before 30. If I don’t get married soon, it’ll be almost impossible to marry a young woman. The thought of it eats at me every day. I despise how much I care about these social expectations, but I can’t help it. They’re woven into the fabric of who I am.
To make matters worse, I know I need to change my profession. What I’ve been doing isn’t working. Starting over from scratch at this age feels like climbing a mountain with no peak in sight. I used to be bad at grounding myself, always too dreamy and idealistic. But recently, as I’ve been working on my natal chart, I’m starting to see things more clearly. Understanding my tendencies has helped, but it hasn’t made the reality any less daunting.
Comparing myself to others is a daily torture. I feel like a piece of shit compared to so many people around me. They have their lives together—careers, relationships, material possessions. And here I am, with nothing to show for my years. There’s so much I need to work on in my personality. It’s overwhelming.
The only thing that brings me any peace is knowing my parents are still here. They are the only people who truly care about me, who love me despite all my flaws. Their presence is a small island of comfort in a sea of chaos.
I wish I could shrug off the societal expectations, but they’re like chains I can’t break. I want to find my own path but it’s a constant battle. I’m scared of the future...