Original Advice
“DO: Do name the fear in one clear sentence.”
Put a Leash on Dread
Anxiety fattens in silence. You feed it with scrolling, second-guessing, and pretending you’re above it. You carry knives for everyone else’s lies but let your own stay fuzzy. Stop. Strip it down to one sentence. One subject. One verb. No metaphors. If it can’t fit on a sticky note, it still owns you.
Naming draws a border. Worry becomes an object, not fog. A clear line gives you something to push against, measure, interrogate. Fear hates grammar; it dissolves when pinned to a period. Use plain language. Write it once, not five. Tape it where coffee lives. Let the rest fall away until only the true risk stands.
Cosmic Context
Scorpio is fixed water, ruled by Mars and Pluto; you turn rot into fuel when you admit what’s rotting. Aim your x-ray focus inward; naming the fear converts obsession into strategy.
Action
──────Write one sentence starting with I fear. Read aloud.
✨ You are allowed to want control without apology. ✨