Original Advice
“DONT: Don’t confuse silence with emotional safety or control.”
Let The Silence Break, Not You
Your silence isn’t safety; it’s a locked door with the smoke inside. Control is not the same as calm. You keep your face still, your schedule full, your voice flat. Meanwhile the body rings the alarm—wet, hot, insistent. Cry. Cry a lot. Tears are proof of pressure leaving. Stop treating dryness like dignity. The drip is the truth. The dam is the lie.
Silence keeps everything tidy, but rot loves tidy. Fixed earth stores what it refuses to move. Your quiet turns feeling into sediment—layers that harden until they crack your days in random places. Crying is not collapse; it is maintenance. Salt washes the rust. Sound moves the stuck. Let your face leak. Let the throat open. Keep the flood small and frequent.
Cosmic Context
You’re Taurus—fixed earth, ruled by Venus. Stability is your gift; inertia is your trap.
Action
──────Set a five-minute timer and cry in the shower.
✨ You are allowed to leak and still be the rock. ✨