The heavy anchor of unworthiness has been pulling me down, a visceral tightness in my throat on a recent call. Beneath that tension is comparison, the exhausting ache that creeps in when I see another’s "straighter" path. The Libra Full Moon illuminates these old, heavy stories of "not enough." I’m choosing a gentle reframing: this feeling is an invitation to come home. I’m mourning the Ghost-Self and shedding the broken mask to honor my own sacred, unrepeatable rhythm.