Man, I spent years thinking I was broken. Seriously. I’d read my Sun sign description—say, the super grounded, practical kind—and shake my head. None of it felt right. I was always lost in my own head, daydreaming when I should have been working, and cried at commercials. People told me I was too sensitive, or worse, completely out of touch with reality.
I tried to force myself to be structured. I bought all the planning apps. I read books on stoicism. I even tried to learn coding because I thought the sheer logic would somehow rewire my brain. I struggled. I fought what was inside me constantly, trying to fit this square peg into a round hole, ending up just exhausted all the time.
The Moment I Found the Damn Thing
It was late one rainy Tuesday night. I’d just had a massive argument with my boss because I took on way too much work, felt completely overwhelmed, and then blew the deadline. He told me I lacked boundaries. I was furious, but deep down, I knew he was right. I was scrolling through some random spirituality forum, which I never do, just looking for an escape, and saw a post about Ascendants.
I always knew my Sun sign. Had no clue about the rising sign thing. I remembered my exact birth time because my grandma used to tell the story about the hospital clock stopping right when I popped out. I plugged the details into some ancient, ugly-looking website.
I stared at the screen when the result popped up: Pisces Ascendant. Pisces. I laughed out loud. That sounded like total mush. I clicked away. But the word stuck in my head, buzzing around like a trapped fly. I went back a week later and actually read what it meant.
- It talked about absorbing emotions.
- It talked about having no practical boundaries.
- It talked about idealism and self-sacrifice.
- It talked about needing alone time to process the world.
It was like reading an instruction manual for the mess my life had become. Suddenly, my constant confusion and emotional crashes had a name.
Putting the Pisces Ascendant Into Practice
I decided to treat it like a stupid experiment. I didn’t believe in astrology, but I believed in the constant headache I had from trying to be someone else. I started watching my reactions in real-time. I started small.
I used to go to the grocery store and if the cashier looked stressed or upset, I’d take the emotion home with me. I’d feel guilty for no reason. After realizing I was a Pisces Ascendant, I started verbally telling myself: That’s not your feeling. It’s theirs. It felt absolutely ridiculous, like I was doing some cheesy self-help exercise, but damn if it didn’t work. It was like I finally had a filter, even if it was just a tiny, weak one, instead of being a completely open emotional sponge.
Here’s what I changed up, just based on what I read:
Stopped Fighting the Drifting: I always felt bad about staring off into space. Now, I schedule ten minutes every morning to just stare out the window and let my mind float. I found that I actually come back feeling more focused, not less. It’s not laziness; it’s a reset button I didn’t know I had.
Boundary Construction: This one was the hardest. I used to say yes to every volunteer thing, every late night favor, every request for a loan. The Pisces Ascendant stuff said I had to physically force boundaries. I started saying no to small things, like an extra task at work. It felt like I was physically ripping my own arm off the first few times. People were surprised. They didn’t hate me. They just… accepted it. I had been making myself miserable for years trying to be the constant martyr.
The Creative Flood: I had trashed my old sketchbook years ago because I thought art was useless and I needed a real hobby. The Ascendant profile kept hammering home the need for creative outlets. I bought cheap watercolor paints. I’m terrible. My paintings look like something a confused six-year-old made. But I don’t care. The act of getting that emotional mess out of my body and onto the paper is better than any therapy session I ever paid for.
It didn’t change my personality overnight. I still cry when a dog runs away on TV. I still struggle to keep my desk organized. But knowing this one small, seemingly random piece of information about how the world first sees me and how I process my environment stopped me from beating myself up all the time. I stopped fighting who I was, and just started rolling with it. That’s the real change.
