Naaah! What ya do is start off the day with a Rosary, even before getting out of bed. Use the time to do your eye rolls. And primal scream. Add an extra decade to ask the Holy Spirit to get involved more often, more loudly, and more creatively.
Add some notes for help for all your prayer partners and for all of the “unhelpful” people in your life. [Or, to reframe it, … for all the people who enjoy helping in a negative way.]
Then get up and make coffee.
Stay with the Catholicism. Find a 6:30 am Mass. Dump it all on God. He has broad shoulders.
AND DON’T FORGET … VERY IMPORTANT … at the end of each work day, Jesus, Himself, repaired to a local pub for some “tavern ministry”. We know that, because the New Testament records the criticism He received for hanging out with drinkers (and “others”).
It’s a shame that they didn’t have beer back then. I think Jesus would have enjoyed it, although I guess He could have INVENTED it.
Be of good cheer.
When in doubt, read the last words of St. Paul … nearing death, he just kept beating himself up. He would say one thing and the folks would take it backwards. People inventing all new kinds of perversions. He died a very frustrated man.
Most of the Apostles were hunted down and killed. I think all but one.
So hang in there. Fight the good fight of faith.