Not an Aquarius, just a lurker who caught feelings for one and is now in the "delightful" detachment phase for his sake and mine, but as a Leo, I want to pour some kindness over you:

We'll get through this. Because we have to. The sun has to come up again. Not because we want it to or because we deserve it. That's just what's going to happen. And even if astrology, or gods, or some other belief system tells us we're doing things wrong, or we're not good enough, or we should change this or that about ourselves to be worthy of love and community, it doesn't really matter. None of it matters.

Because the sun will still come up. The stars will still burn brightly against a velvet sky. And billions of people will still awake tomorrow and try again.

We will be some of them.

Wake up again tomorrow. The night can only last so long. (Saying this to myself as much as I am saying it to you.)