Jupiter squares the axis from the South Node side, the worn place you trust by reflex, so the inherited faith scrapes crosswise against the turn with no give, and the strain keeps returning as a step you promise around instead of taking. You have leaned on borrowed optimism for so long it became a load-bearing wall in the wrong room. That is not a flaw. The friction is shaping a stronger frame in you. Inherited faith was never going to be enough for this turn. The advance steadies the day you stop resting your whole weight on the old horizon.