Before My ADHD Diagnosis, I Looked to Astrology for Answers
An accurate astrological picture gave me a sense of control over the different way my mind worked.
This isLate Bloomer, a column byCarla Cicconeon
The Dreamer’s Dictionary
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He’s only mean to me because he’s a moody Scorpio; he doesn’t want me to be his girlfriend yet because freedom comes first for a Sagittarius; it’s not his fault he excels at emotional manipulation—he’s a sad little Cancer with mommy issues!
Carla Ciccone is a writer from Toronto. Her work has appeared in The New Yorker, The Cut, and Bon Appétit.
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