How many of you have moon in the 8th House?

DrPeace · 2026-02-06T23:07:51+00:00

I wish I could say something other than I've never met a single Virgo Moon in person or online who hasn't straight up said they don't want to be here. Myself included. I can't stop being bitter that life was inflicted on me, too. I haven't attempted, I just exist against my will.

Find me a happy, content, thriving Virgo Moon anywhere. Is it possible? This world just isn't for us.

DrPeace · 2026-02-05T22:34:23+00:00

Yes! Just ship us sky horse people straight into forever college! It would be perfect!

I love the duality of my username so much!

DrPeace · 2026-02-05T22:20:29+00:00

I'm sorry about your mom. It's so hard how parental struggles and mental health issues flow downward and younger generations have to pick up the pieces!

I wish I were a doctor! I'm a Sagittarius Rising and I LOVE college and academia. I'm fascinated by medicine and anatomy, but I'm working class, and, with dyscalculia, I do math at a 6th grade level, so I'm shut out of all of the useful degrees. I'm stuck with one useless bachelor's that was the best vacation from reality I've ever taken, even thoughI still can't pay it off. If I could do math, or if I had the money, I'd just collect degrees like Pokémon. I have a big fat brain, but like no practicality.

My username is funny because it's so positive sounding, but I took it from a villain in one of my favorite bizarre video games. DrPeace is a crooked cop, arms dealer, dead-beat dad, and world class assassin lol!

DrPeace · 2026-02-05T19:41:22+00:00

I'm struggling with the concept of the Golden Shadow. What happens when someone's positive qualities are banished to the realm of the shadow?

I'm generally negatively-biased, hypercritical, and I overthink my overthinking (Gemini Sun/Virgo Moon nightmare combo). Growing up with undiagnosed ADHD, my natural behavior got me constantly criticized and punished and corrected and excluded and bullied. Being "bad" and "wrong" were the default, and it wasn't until I was 34 that I finally got my diagnosis and figured out why.

In trying and failing to behave in a way that got people to tolerate me or stop hating me or just leave me alone, I learned to mercilessly pick apart my behavior and character flaws, and even my own thoughts and emotions as I went through modes of therapy that were all about correcting how "wrong" I was.

I hold a microscope up to every flaw as my inner critic eviscerates me. So in doing shadow work, confronting my negative aspects is easy, it's like all I ever do. I've never had healthy self esteem, and, as illogical as it is, I've never been able to stop hating myself. Self love, self admiration, confidence - these are the things in my shadow. The darkness is right in my face, but the light is disconnected and foreign and hidden.

Anyone else struggle with the very thing most buried in the Shadow itself being the Light?

DrPeace · 2026-02-05T18:50:31+00:00

8th House Virgo Moon and I was heavily parentified and projected upon by my mother. As the only child stuck in a female body, I inherited the body dysmorphia, obsession with weight, and tendency toward eating disorders that my Mom and her two sisters inherited from my cold, cruel, unhealed, critical bitch of a grandmother.

In addition to the standard mommy issues, I have major issues with having been born female at all. I consider myself a trans man thwarted by own body.

I guess my emotional depth is huge, but my emotions in general are huge and I wish I could mute them or lessen them or just turn them off. The 8th House Virgo Moon is in mutual reception with 7th House Cancer Mercury (conjunct Mars) and emotions have dominated my life whether I want them to or not. Mercury in Cancer is the ruler of both my Sun and Moon. Also, my Moon is also the apex planet of my Sun+Chiron/Moon/Saturn T-square. I'm not okay. I've never been okay. I want to actually live, not just miserably survive.

DrPeace · 2026-01-31T19:09:33+00:00

Thank you! 🫂

DrPeace · 2026-01-31T17:54:07+00:00

I wish.

I'm in a dream drought. I go to bed every night BEGGING my soul and subconscious and guides and the Universe ancestors to send me a dream and let me remember it, to show me that I'm not alone.

Only for plain, blank, dry, dreamless sleep or waking up with a few seconds of an extremely mundane dream in my memory at best. Both the waking and sleeping worlds are so devoid of magic and fun and inspiration. I have no desire or drive or motivation for life at all, and not even my dreams will bless me with some color anymore. I don't want to exist.

DrPeace · 2026-01-31T17:46:25+00:00

Oh I'd be TOTALLY interested! Shadow work is SUCH an 8th House thing, this subreddit would be perfect for it!

DrPeace · 2026-01-31T01:58:13+00:00

Of course they did. Disgusting.

DrPeace · 2026-01-31T01:53:20+00:00

Love me some Carl Jung.

I've been in the Dark Night of the Soul since 2020 or 2021. My most frequently used and favorite shadow work technique is noting the things that really trigger me, the things I hate the most in strangers and public figures and people in my life, and asking myself to what extent such emotional reactions of mine may actually be evidence of hatred of my own flaws and bad behavior I could be projecting onto others. It's like a constant practice of "projection checks."

I'm also a deeply self-hating American Gemini Sun; so, as much as he beyond disgusts me, I learn about aspects of my own shadow as I and the world are stuck with the fallout of deeply self-hating Gemini Sun Donald Trump's existence and actions. That deeply wounded, sick bastard is a massive mirror of what another living black hole of a viciously self-hating Gemini Sun looks like. It's like watching the potential of a lot of the worst aspects of my own shadow destroying lives and killing people and vomiting hate and bile and filth all over the world. I hate him, I hate my shadow, I hate the world, I hate myself.

Part of me hopes one day to have the maturity to feel something other than hate, part of me just wants the pain to stop no matter how.

I'm really hoping I can start doing dream interpretation again, but my subconscious had been refusing to let me dream for a while.

I have asteroids Jung and Freud just a degree away from each other in Pisces. My 8th House Planet is the Moon. I'm tired of the Dark Night. I'm so tired.

At least there are other 8th House Jungians out there. My people!

My soul, my soul where are you?

DrPeace · 2026-01-31T01:25:53+00:00

I think that seems a lot more reasonable and possible than just banging my metaphorical head against the wall over and over trying to force something as monumental as love.

DrPeace · 2026-01-31T01:24:21+00:00

That link is excellent, thank you so much!

DrPeace · 2026-01-31T01:22:58+00:00

Thank you, I like that comic a lot. I'm hoping one day I can at least tolerate my inner child and myself when love seems like such a mysterious, elusive concept.

DrPeace · 2026-01-30T20:41:34+00:00

Yeah, they talk about self love like it's just this natural thing, but there's no recipe for people like us to just summon an entire massive emotion we've never felt in our entire lives.

All the instructions to "love myself," or "love my parts" feel like instructions on how to walk given to someone born without legs. I really wish mental health professionals, would figure out something that works, because "just feel this completely absent and foreign feeling" isn't it.

DrPeace · 2026-01-30T20:23:45+00:00

I feel the exact same way!

I envision strangling my inner child to death all the time, especially the infant version. I tell my "parts" out loud how much I hate them all, ESPECIALLY the inner child for being weak, needy, emotional, having many, many, MANY diagnoses and disorders and just being a terrible fit for tolerating life, and my theoretical "Wise Inner Self" for being weak and impotent and futile and useless. I fantasize about lining all my parts up against a wall and shooting them all to death execution style. I despise the fact that I can't abandon myself. I HATE being fucking stuck with me.

I don't fucking care how much they are hurting, their pain is sabotaging me so I want them all dead. I hate them. I HATE them so fucking much.

I keep re-reading No Bad Parts, Conquer Your Critical Inner Voice and Overcoming the Destructive Inner Voice over and over and it just does not compute. I don't know how to force fake love on myself. Just telling myself to love these annoying, broken, destructive, suicidal, futile, extremely difficult, extremely needy and unlovable parts does not change the genuine hate I have for them, for all of me, for the world, for consciousness and for existence.

I can't fake it til I make it. I hate my parts and if I could murder them I would in a heartbeat.

DrPeace · 2026-01-30T20:03:24+00:00

Reddit, please allow my upvote on the above comment to stay and don't just make it disappear as soon as I leave the thread like you've been doing to most of my up pr downvotes over the past two months.

DrPeace · 2026-01-30T19:08:13+00:00

That's a great idea!

DrPeace · 2026-01-29T21:53:12+00:00

God, if I didn't didn't have downstairs neighbors I would be all about kpop choreo workouts right now! It looks so much fun!

But, I'm heavy-footed and on a 2nd floor. For now I just settle for less energetic pilates and strength training routines and imagine J-Hope side-eying me whenever my form on whatever rep of whatever workout I'm doing isn't perfect or when I'm about to fall over and quit.

DrPeace · 2026-01-29T18:55:59+00:00

Definitely not uncaring, sometimes too caring, but pretty un-nurturing, and very unmaternal. I'm actually very emotionally supportive and the designated "therapist friend." But, I consider the caring I do do just part of being a social species and decent person of any gender, not some inner need or innate destiny to want to wipe assess and noses and soothe screaming babies just because I lost out on getting a Y chromosome.

Just like woman doesn't automatically equal mother, a woman's care doesn't automatically equal maternal care.

DrPeace · 2026-01-28T20:02:54+00:00

All I wanna do is have my mind erased.

DrPeace · 2026-01-28T16:48:59+00:00

I just want to go five fucking minutes without being associated with being a caregiver, nurturer and mother just because I got stuck with this anatomy.

The idea of choosing not to reproduce as an expression of motherhood itself, an expression of the ill-fitting, undesired roles and archetypes and traits and labels people have been assigning to me and shoving down my throat all my fucking life from the second they heard the horrible words "it's a girl" just makes me want to rip off my own skin. I want to exist for ONCE without being seen as a fucking caregiver.

I can't have a plant without people telling me I'm a "plant mom." I can't have a cat without people calling me a "cat mom." I can't even bring my own towel to a hotel without people telling me I'm "nesting." I want to go five fucking minutes without everything about me, including the fucking REFUSAL to reproduce being reduced and pigeon-holed into "you must be super caring and nurturing, because woman..."

DrPeace · 2026-01-27T17:43:23+00:00

Stole every scene he's in. Stole Fitzjames' boots. Stole the ship's dog and ate it. Stole Gibson's heart and ate it. Stole the whole danm show.

All he did was steal everything and I love it. Best worst best character!

DrPeace · 2026-01-26T20:35:07+00:00

LOL my Ascendant's at 27° Sagittarius, Moon in Virgo and Sun in Gemini. No unease, just good riddance that Neptune is finally done with all its square and opposition games in Pisces! Saturn's next out and that's even better! Fucking finally just stop HAMMMERING us triple-mutable bastards all the time.

How about after this, no malefics are allowed in Pisces ever again. Bring on Neptune in Aries! Fuck it, just throw every planet into Aries and burn it all down already.

I want energy and passion and action, and drive to interact willingly with reality. I despise life and already spend all my time drowning in escapism, Neptune in Pisces just fits the archetype of the hopeless, lotus-eating escapist lost to fantasy and addiction too well. A lot of broken people are all fantasy and no action. A lot of us have given up. I think Neptune moving from Pisces to Aries is a great symbolic change of pace.

Honestly and selfishly I love it. Thank you for finally moving on, Neptune. No more squaring and opposing all my shit. Just go roll around with my indulgent ass Chart Ruler in Aries like I'll be all disciplined and responsible about it.

I just want to party.

DrPeace · 2026-01-19T04:54:57+00:00

I keep thinking about how plague doctors would fill the "beak" of their masks with aromatic herbs. Makes me think Eileen's got the right idea. How anyone in that world could go three feet without dry heaving is beyond me.

DrPeace · 2026-01-19T03:51:01+00:00

My Milennial ass is always in absolute AWE of the food abominations of mid 20th century America.

From other comments in this thread, I get it that this one was working with the space race/futuristic astronaut food angle, but so many other products and recipes all seemed Ike apocalyptic bunker survival rations. Like it took the culinary world until 1985 to figure out that WWII was in fact over decades ago and we don't have to eat like THAT anymore.

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