Astrologically, at the root of depression, I believe, is a starving Moon. If your natal lunar needs are not being met then the rest of your horoscope has a difficult time functioning. I have always said this to my clients and have found it to be true over and over again. The Moon is our instinctive feeling nature. It's where we feel safest, most nourished, and nurtured. The Moon represents the deepest needs we have as individuals.
Stifle someone's Moon and you're stifling their emotional well-being. PERIOD.
A while back I went through a mild postpartum depression episode, my friends. No, I didn't have another baby. I did, however, take home a three month old puppy. Unless you've been through postpartum depression, you may not relate to the feelings of sadness that accompany what is supposed to be such an incredibly joyful event. I did suffer through postpartum depression with the birth of my first child, more than 18 years ago. It was one of the darkest times of my life and I don't ever want to go there again.
At the root of my depressive episodes is always a starving Moon. I was born with the Moon in Sagittarius, in the 8th House of Depth and Transformation. My Moon is closely conjunct Neptune, square my 12th house Jupiter in Pisces, and trine my 12th house Venus in Aries.
In English? With the Moon in Sagittarius my overwhelming need is to have freedom of movement to expand my horizons, pursue the deeper meaning of life, and experience adventures. I also need to spread my wisdom on deep psychological (8th house) and metaphysical matters (Sagittarius) so that I might heal (8th house) and inspire others (Sagittarius). The Moon next to Neptune and square Jupiter in Pisces in the 12th house speaks to my deep, over-exaggerated need for alone time and privacy; for peace. And the trine to Venus helps me experience pockets of joy in those moments of helping to heal the suffering of others.
With the birth of my son I was suddenly put in this prison that is otherwise known as motherhood. I realize it's a dramatic statement for some to read but please, understand my needs and my visceral reaction. I felt that all of my freedom was suddenly gone. That I would never again have the time or peace and quiet or personal space to pursue the interests that fed my soul.
It had nothing to do with loving my son. I loved him with all of my soul. But it had everything to do with not being able to blend my new life of chaotic motherhood with getting my lunar needs met. I would nurse my son and look at him so peaceful and I would cry. I would cry because I felt very much at the time that making sure he had all of his needs met came at the sacrifice of my own needs.
It took time but after about eight months the depression went away. I adjusted to motherhood and I found ways to feed my Moon in little ways. What really helped me was that my ex-mother-in-law would watch my son for me for a few hours each week so I could have my "alone time" and do whatever I needed to in order to nourish my soul. My Moon. Having the freedom to go out without the shackles of baby stuff was really all I needed at the time.
And here I was again recently, with this little adorable puppy, feeling a lot like I felt all those years ago. The difference? These days I know Astrology, and I know exactly what I needed to do in order to make sure the depression didn't get worse.
For the puppy, for my children, and most importantly, for myself, I had to feed my Moon. Are you a caregiver? Then remember to put your oxygen mask on first. Otherwise, how can you take care of anyone else?
What is your Moon sign? What house does it live in your horoscope? And what are the aspects that the Moon makes to the rest of your chart? Learn more about this and you'll make sure that you never starve. Happy Moon equals happy life.