Tarot

Dear me,

Yes, you ended it.

And still, inside you there is nothing but a crushing emptiness, a suffocating weight dragging you down with every breath.

There is no hope here.

No warmth.

No light.

Only this cold, relentless pain that refuses to loosen its grip.

It pulls you back again and again to what you lost and to everything you will never have.

You don’t want to look beyond it.

You can’t.

The silence is brutal, and it is consuming you from the inside out.

The Tower fell.

Not slowly.

Not gently.

It collapsed all at once and buried everything beneath it, your certainties, your dreams, your faith in what was supposed to come next.

You were left exposed, stripped bare, defenseless against the fears you tried so hard to ignore.

Now you stand alone with an open wound, raw and bleeding, untouched by time.

There is nothing to numb it.

Nothing to repair it.

Nothing that can save you right now.

The Hermit is not refuge. It is exile. You did not choose solitude; you were condemned to it.

You are forced to face yourself even when it feels unbearable, even when it tears at the deepest part of your soul.

You sit with your darkest thoughts, the doubts that suffocate you, the fear that paralyzes you.

There are no answers here.

Only the endless war inside your own chest.

Your mind has become a prison.

The walls are built from guilt and fear. “I ruined everything.” “No one will want me like this.” “I am not enough.” These thoughts wrap around you like chains, tightening with every repetition.

You are fighting yourself, and you are exhausted.

You can feel yourself weakening. You are losing.

And yet, even here, buried under wreckage and shame, there is the Star.

Not comfort.

Not salvation.

Just a fragile, painful reminder that once, you carried light within you.

That no matter how deeply it is buried now, it has not disappeared entirely.

You are more than this pain, even if admitting that feels impossible, even if it hurts to believe it.

One day, far from now, you may be able to look at yourself without hatred.

It will take time.

When that day comes, try to forgive yourself.

Not because you were right.

Not because you are blameless.

But because you are tired of carrying this weight alone.

Judgment is not mercy. Judgment is destruction.

It exists to kill the version of you that is drowning in guilt and pain, so that something else might emerge.

You don’t know if you want that rebirth.

You don’t know if you can survive it.

But it is the only path forward.

For now, do one thing: do not abandon yourself.

Even if everything and everyone else seems to have done so.

It is just you and this raw, relentless pain, and you will have to endure it.

Maybe one day, it will hurt less.

I am here.

You.