Well, shit. It’s the Tower.


Hey Reader,

I pulled The Tower this week. Yep. That one.

It’s never a fun card to see — especially when you’re already in the middle of a rough patch. Nothing about the message it brings is gentle.

I’ve been wrestling hard with my depression this week. It’s nothing new (I’ve had this particular monster since I was 13), and things aren’t bad, but they feel bad. Things are actually really good, but depression likes throwing mud on top of otherwise pretty awesome shit.

What’s helping me stay afloat right now? A few things. A husband who gets it — who gently tells me it’s okay to go to bed early, helps me by taking care of stuff I committed to when I had more energy, and reminds me I’m not broken. But also: making myself eat food even when I don’t want to. Standing outside for five minutes, just to feel air on my skin. Doing a little chore or craft. Journaling, even when I don’t feel like I have anything wise to say. I’m doing what I can, and letting the rest be okay for now.

It’s hard to feel like your own brain is fighting you. But the Tower doesn’t always mean full-on disaster. Sometimes it just means the illusion of control is crumbling, and what’s left might actually be something be an ugly truth we didn't know we needed.

Weekly Tarot Card.

Let’s not sugarcoat it — this card is tough. It shows up when something is falling apart, breaking down, or getting ripped away. It rarely feels good. But it almost always clears the way for something new to grow.

The Tower is the moment you realize the foundation you’ve been standing on is cracked — and instead of patching it again, it’s time to burn the fucker down. Brutal? Yep. But necessary.

This card is giving you permission to stop pretending everything is fine when it’s not — and to trust that even in the rubble, something new is possible.

It's not a sign to start rebuilding yet. It's a sign that it's ok to let all that shit fall down.

A Powerful Question.

What needs to fall apart in your life so something better can take its place?

See ya next time.

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