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ekm3144
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Hello, I am writing this partially on the chance that someone will say something that helps, but also partially because I just need some listening ears and writing this out will ease the pain a bit. A few quick disclaimers: I am not suicidal though I have been in the past. I am not substituting this for trained help as I do have a spiritual director and therapist.
The Backstory: I am at a very low point in my spiritual life. Though I was diagnosed with clinical depression about a year and a half ago, a combination of medication and therapy sorted out a lot of issues I had. Outside of spiritual activity I feel like a fairly normal, well-adjusted person. However, ever since school let out (I am in college) I have taken a nose dive. In school I was praying dutifully, even if it was dry, and attending regular mass, sometimes daily. But once I returned home for the summer I stopped going to mass altogether. I haven’t sat down to pray once.
My spiritual director and I talked a lot about how sometimes the spiritual life is very simple, how I basically need to put my head down and just charge through the metaphorical brick wall I have erected between myself and God, and I’m willing to bet that he is right and the solution is as simple as me starting to consistently take at least a little time to pray. But here’s my problem (if it even is one?): Every time I get to the point where I am literally seconds away from praying or going to mass, I just can’t. I have fallen into despair, the sin. Intellectually I know God loves me and wants me to return to him. I am not currently in danger of disbelief in God and the Church, but every single emotion and feeling in my body starts screaming at me that being Christian is just too difficult and how I can’t handle even the bare minimum standard for a Catholic anymore.
I lived with depression for several years and got very good at repressing emotions for reason because of it, but for some reason I feel incapable of handling these tasks. Even if I’m bored with nothing to do for hours, starting to spend even 10 minutes with God may as well be equal to climbing Mt. Everest. I recently read The Screwtape Letters and it seems I do everything listed in that book that is bad for someone trying to cooperate with God. I have recently began wishing for death to come just so I can hurry up, get to hell, and get life over with.
The Backstory: I am at a very low point in my spiritual life. Though I was diagnosed with clinical depression about a year and a half ago, a combination of medication and therapy sorted out a lot of issues I had. Outside of spiritual activity I feel like a fairly normal, well-adjusted person. However, ever since school let out (I am in college) I have taken a nose dive. In school I was praying dutifully, even if it was dry, and attending regular mass, sometimes daily. But once I returned home for the summer I stopped going to mass altogether. I haven’t sat down to pray once.
My spiritual director and I talked a lot about how sometimes the spiritual life is very simple, how I basically need to put my head down and just charge through the metaphorical brick wall I have erected between myself and God, and I’m willing to bet that he is right and the solution is as simple as me starting to consistently take at least a little time to pray. But here’s my problem (if it even is one?): Every time I get to the point where I am literally seconds away from praying or going to mass, I just can’t. I have fallen into despair, the sin. Intellectually I know God loves me and wants me to return to him. I am not currently in danger of disbelief in God and the Church, but every single emotion and feeling in my body starts screaming at me that being Christian is just too difficult and how I can’t handle even the bare minimum standard for a Catholic anymore.
I lived with depression for several years and got very good at repressing emotions for reason because of it, but for some reason I feel incapable of handling these tasks. Even if I’m bored with nothing to do for hours, starting to spend even 10 minutes with God may as well be equal to climbing Mt. Everest. I recently read The Screwtape Letters and it seems I do everything listed in that book that is bad for someone trying to cooperate with God. I have recently began wishing for death to come just so I can hurry up, get to hell, and get life over with.