mercury rx, or carrying the false narrative
The Morning Hues, January 10th 2026
dearest reader,
writing is not as easy as it seems.
i’ve sat down to write you so many times to day. but each one was met with an interruption. a deliberate universal delay.
im afraid the universe may not want me to tell you what is one my mind.
but, i must write you.
i am compelled to connect us through my letters so that we both know that we are alive.
feeling alive is in brief supply these days. connection in surplus but difficult to maintain.
especially for someone with mercury rx in their chart.
you or me, dear reader.
mercury retrograde is a life of being told who you are—even when it does not align.
and it rarely does.
mercury rx draws you inward,into the depths of yourself. so you know more than most who and what you are. but other’s aren’t like that. introspection must be learned, but us? heavy is the head that holds the crown.
our conenctions, our communications are uphill climbs.
projection.
upset.
deflection.
redirection.
guilt.
the order of operations for us.
prescription and diagnosis.
it doesn’t matter what you say. you will only be what they say you are, because that is what their internal world is telling them.
even if they don’t know it.
even if they can’t see the symptoms. they are there. we can see them.
staring back at us from the dark, but even if you were to point it out. place the finger on the issue they will choose not to see it. consciously of not.
that is the curse—
seeing clearly, speaking plainly, and being dismissed anyway.
that is the forbidden fruit of eden.
you watch them label you as they label themselves. they prescribe feeling, intention, and truth onto you as if they know you. as if certainty makes it so.
but it does not.
for me, it is always the same pattern:
unfairness.
mischaracterization.
dismissal.
It grates against my skin like a blade. shapes me into a mold that does not fit. it itches, inflames, spreads—until I am raw with it.
and the salve?
honesty.
correction.
boundary.
i draw the salt line and refuse to cross it.
maybe they will meet me on my side.
here, at least, things are organized.
see you tomorrow,
hues