Struggles of an 11th house Sun 🌞

Some people unknowingly absorb the shadows of the spaces we enter.
What isn’t claimed by the group settles into the body of the most sensitive person.

It’s like being a psychic garbage disposal.
Repressed rage, shame, fear, envy, it all gets sucked into your system without you realizing.
Over time, you wake each day more weighed down by the invisible.

It feels like empath hell.
Wanting to hold space. Wanting to be warmth and light for others.

But light is food for the unclaimed shadow.
Warmth becomes fuel for what others refuse to carry.

So yes
I used to be the Sun
Now I’m the Moon
I wax and wane. I release and expand in my own perfect timing.

I’m no longer the center of anyone’s orbit.
I’m in my own section of the sky 🌌