My Therapist Says
My Therapist Says Screw the Astrologers
After receiving a reading that sent me spiraling, my therapist reminded me that I need to learn to trust myself
The astrologer appeared stricken as she looked at the zodiac-based tarot card before her. After pausing to digest it, she told me, “There are many people who enjoy it when you fail.”
At the time of that astrology session, which was several years ago, I had just broken up with a girlfriend. I was in court with business partners, navigating a stalled career and watching my savings dwindle. The reading was an impulsive visit I made while walking up Amsterdam Avenue in New York City one night after a first date that wasn’t going to lead to another.
An elderly woman in a housecoat greeted me with lukewarm black tea and an open question: “What’s on your mind?”
I told her my story, and what I hoped to learn: “When will I feel better?”
She explained how she combined tarot with astrology and started organizing, rearranging, and pulling cards in a blur. After she pulled the card with the bad news, I was rattled. I left to ruminate over the discovery that people enjoy my failure all weekend (because that’s my thing).
