Part of my Lent was spent in a very depressed state. I was dealing with a lot; multiple health issues, the death of my mother months ago and then the death of a very close friend on Ash Wednesday. I was so deeply depressed that I was incapable of helping myself.
Most people who saw me outside of my house would have never known that there was a problem, because for a short amount of time I could put on a happy face and do what needed to be done, but those moments took so much energy that when I was home I was usually sleeping or laying on the couch incapable of doing much of anything.
I thank my husband and children for pitching in around the house, because without their help it would have been really bad around here. But I realized that I couldn't help myself, and asked for help, not only from God, but from my Dr.
I have been on anti-depressants and a new diet for a month now, and while I am not completely back to my old self, I can certainly tell the difference. When I told Fr. Bill last night after the Vigil Mass how much better I was feeling he gave me a huge hug and said. "She has risen!"
I had never thought about it that way, but I see now. I have risen from the depth of my despair and and can see that my life has joy and meaning and purpose again. Like Christ rising from the dark tomb; I am rising to new life. My resurrection may be a much slower process than His, but no less miraculous.
Where is resurrection happening in your life?
Pax
Most people who saw me outside of my house would have never known that there was a problem, because for a short amount of time I could put on a happy face and do what needed to be done, but those moments took so much energy that when I was home I was usually sleeping or laying on the couch incapable of doing much of anything.
I thank my husband and children for pitching in around the house, because without their help it would have been really bad around here. But I realized that I couldn't help myself, and asked for help, not only from God, but from my Dr.
I have been on anti-depressants and a new diet for a month now, and while I am not completely back to my old self, I can certainly tell the difference. When I told Fr. Bill last night after the Vigil Mass how much better I was feeling he gave me a huge hug and said. "She has risen!"
I had never thought about it that way, but I see now. I have risen from the depth of my despair and and can see that my life has joy and meaning and purpose again. Like Christ rising from the dark tomb; I am rising to new life. My resurrection may be a much slower process than His, but no less miraculous.
Where is resurrection happening in your life?
Pax
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