Man, 2021. That year was a dumpster fire of feelings, especially around the late winter/early spring. Everyone was talking about how bad Pisces season was for love—the charts, the vibes, everything supposedly pointed to a total relationship meltdown. I’m not gonna lie, I felt that gut punch hard. But here’s the thing, it wasn’t because of some planet retrograde or moon phase. I spent months digging into why my whole life got messed up then, and I realized the astrology stuff just gave my brain a nice little excuse for a far more practical, human failing.
My 2021 Mess: Blaming the Stars for My Own Crap Show
I remember sitting there, probably March 15th or something, feeling totally hollowed out. My relationship at the time? Gone. My motivation? Zapped. My main squeeze—the one I thought was forever—walked out, and the only explanation I could cling to was this stupid online article saying, “Well, it’s the worst month for Pisces love.” I’m a Pisces, so I gobbled that up.
I mean, think about it: if you’re already feeling unstable, finding a cosmic reason to justify your misery is easier than facing the truth. The truth was, I had let my life turn into a total mess in the months leading up to that. I had just moved cities for a job that was sucking the life out of me—we’re talking 70-hour weeks, constant stress, and eating take-out on the floor. I wasn’t sleeping right. I wasn’t connecting with my partner. I was moody, short-tempered, and emotionally unavailable. The “worst month” part? That was just when the dam finally broke under the pressure I had created. The universe didn’t break up with me; I pushed the relationship away with my chaos.
This whole experience, this total flatline, is why I started documenting my process. I refused to let fate get the credit for my poor life management. I decided I was going to use that astrology reading as a challenge: prove the stars wrong by fixing the things that actually mattered.
The Pivot: How I Forced Control Back and Started the Fix
I realized my feelings weren’t broken; they were just responding to broken habits. If the feelings were the symptom, the bad habits were the disease. So I flipped the script. I stopped reading horoscopes entirely and started doing stuff.
First thing I did? I grabbed a stack of notebooks. Not for journaling the sad stuff, but for tracking actionable steps. I categorized my misery into four practical areas: Sleep, Intake, Movement, and Output.
I shut down all non-essential communication. If the text wasn’t about work, family, or fixing my immediate needs, it got ignored for a week. I needed a clean slate in my head. I was so busy monitoring the “bad vibes” from the outside that I hadn’t checked the terrible vibes I was manufacturing inside my own apartment.
Then I got rough with myself. I dragged myself out of the house every morning before 8 AM, regardless of the weather. I didn’t have to talk to anyone; I just had to see the sun rise or the streetlights turn off. It was less about exercise and more about proving to my brain that I was in charge of the schedule, not the crippling dread. This was tough, I mean really tough. I fought the urge to stay under the blanket every single day for two weeks.
The Actual Fixes I Swore By (What I Tried)
This is the part I started logging religiously. These are the practical, zero-cost things I implemented relentlessly to yank myself out of that emotional hole. If you’re going through your own “worst month,” whether it’s Pisces season or not, try this stuff:
- I Decided on A “Shut-Off Time”: I enforced a strict 9 PM screen curfew. All work emails, social media, and even dumb streaming shows went off. I’d read a physical book or listen to calming music instead. My sleep quality shot up almost immediately.
- I Trashed “Toxic Inputs”: I blocked or unfollowed anyone who made me feel less-than, sad, or guilty. I removed the ex’s social media, sure, but I also unfollowed that super-successful entrepreneur who always made me feel poor. It was about creating clean mental air.
- I Forced “Small Wins” Output: I made a list of three small things I had to achieve each day. Not big goals—things like “Clean the one shelf,” “Do the dishes,” or “Call my mom.” When I checked them off, I physically marked them with a thick pen. That tiny visual proof of progress was a massive boost.
- I Defined the Feeling: Instead of saying “I feel bad,” I made myself write down why. “I feel anxious because I didn’t send that email” or “I feel lonely because I haven’t spoken to a human outside of work in three days.” Naming the feeling allowed me to stop treating it like some vague cosmic curse and start dealing with it like a solvable problem.
Look, the takeaway wasn’t that astrology is fake. Who cares? The takeaway was that my emotional state was a reflection of my routine and physical health. The reason March 2021 was the worst month for my love life wasn’t because of Pisces. It was because the foundations of my life—sleep, self-respect, communication, and movement—were crumbling. That celestial reading just showed up at the exact moment my internal structure completely collapsed. It was a sign, but not from the stars—it was a sign I needed to stop making excuses and start building better habits.
My feelings didn’t need to be “fixed” with a magical solution; they just needed a stable, well-fed, and well-slept human to house them. And once I provided that stable human, everything, including my love life months later, started bouncing back. Simple as that.
