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
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