If you’ve been emotionally unhinged, rage-cleaning your spice drawer, or crying over a sandwich this week—congrats, you’re right on schedule. Eclipse season is here, and it’s less of a vibe and more of a full-blown cosmic eviction notice. Plans? Irrelevant. Feelings? Unfiltered. This blog post is your guide to surviving the celestial chaos with your dignity (mostly) intact, your crystals only mildly scorched, and your ex not magically cursed. Probably.