Dallas, Texas
The Fire That Forged Me
“The day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
—Anaïs Nin
I moved to Dallas on my Pluto Ascendant line—without knowing what that meant at the time—and had my Saturn Return there. What I learned was this: transformation doesn’t ask for permission. It shows up, tears the walls down, and waits while you pick up the pieces.
People often fear Pluto lines. And I get it. It’s not subtle. It strips away what’s not meant to last. It forces you to face yourself in ways you didn’t ask for. But for all its brutality, Pluto gave me the gift of becoming unrecognizable to the version of me that arrived.
In Dallas, the astrology was stacked:
Pluto on the Ascendant — transformation through identity.
Neptune on the Descendant — illusion and longing in relationships.
Jupiter on the Midheaven — visibility and purpose through career.
And in that six-year span, life broke me open.
I had surgery on one of my ovaries—an experience that forced me to reconnect with my body after years of disassociation.
I lost my dad—suddenly, painfully—and grief became a constant companion.
I bought my first home. My own space. The one thing that felt solid while everything else came undone.
I entered a relationship that mirrored every wound I hadn’t yet healed. It was gaslighting, manipulation, narcissism—and it nearly destroyed me.
And then I changed careers.
I started over.
And I found myself, again.
There were nights I’d sit on my condo balcony with incense burning and tears streaming, not sure if I was breaking apart or breaking free. Looking back, I think it was both.
The Neptune Descendant brought relationships laced with confusion and disappointment. I often felt like I was living in someone else’s projection—always trying to see clearly through the fog. But Neptune also sharpened my intuition. I began to trust what I felt, even when people’s words didn’t line up. I started listening to the quiet voice inside me—the one that said: Something’s off. You deserve more.
The Jupiter Midheaven was the saving grace. Amid the destruction, my purpose began to rise. I left behind an industry that no longer fit. I started exploring what a more meaningful, expansive path could look like. That’s when the first seeds of the work I do now were planted—coaching, astrology, service, transformation. Dallas gave me the pressure I needed to clarify what I was here to do.
It’s also the chapter where I finally started therapy. Where I returned to church—not for dogma, but for sacredness. Where I created rituals of safety and self-connection that still hold me today.
Dallas was never a city that felt like mine. But that condo—the one I bought, painted, and cried in? That space was sacred. It held me through the fire. It gave me room to rebuild.
In Santa Clarita, I survived.
In New York, I discovered.
In D.C., I expanded.
But in Dallas, I transformed.
And nothing about me was the same afterward.
Curious how your own journey might be written in the stars? Whether you’re navigating a big move, a career transition, or simply want deeper insight into the energies shaping your path, I’m here to help. Reach out to explore your unique astrocartography map and uncover what the universe has in store for you. Let’s discover your story together.
