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Giovanna
Guest
I really appreciate all the time you all took to advise me. Thank you, each and every one.
The problem is, though, that I don’t have a priest- none of them at any parish nearby here are willing to help- and I can’t go to Confession again. They are all telling me to wait until April.
The thought was something I didn’t truly want; but I did willingly think it for a couple seconds, and had a physical response to it before I could fully, consciously realize what had happened and make it stop. That’s why I fear it could be mortal. I’m already familiar with the distinction outlined in the Catechism.
I’ve already been diagnosed and treated for OCD. I have had it since I was at least three years old. It, and scrupulosity, are nothing new to me. I was scrupulous as an Episcopalian, too. It’s just getting worse with Catholicism.
I already pray the Rosary daily, and the Confiteor, and the Act of Contrition- and I fear it’s still not enough. I am still in acute danger of suddenly ending up in Hell. Because of my fear of Hell, I cannot capably make a perfect Act of Contrition, even if I wanted to.
I cannot physically tolerate serotonin medications. I have grave reasons for not using those, and they are strictly neurological, not faith-based.
The real problem is the fact that I’ll be forced to risk a state of mortal sin until April 7. Every waking moment of the next four months will be filled with terror over dying unexpectedly. Every twinge, ache and pain…every random heart palpitation…every drive to work in winter road condtions…four months of pure terror for my soul.
It’s not as easy as just “being patient”, “stop[ping] worrying about it”, or finding myself a kindly priest, when none of them will see me.
And, I only wish I could get received into the Church before the Easter Vigil- but they won’t allow it.
April is a long, long way off.
The problem is, though, that I don’t have a priest- none of them at any parish nearby here are willing to help- and I can’t go to Confession again. They are all telling me to wait until April.
The thought was something I didn’t truly want; but I did willingly think it for a couple seconds, and had a physical response to it before I could fully, consciously realize what had happened and make it stop. That’s why I fear it could be mortal. I’m already familiar with the distinction outlined in the Catechism.
I’ve already been diagnosed and treated for OCD. I have had it since I was at least three years old. It, and scrupulosity, are nothing new to me. I was scrupulous as an Episcopalian, too. It’s just getting worse with Catholicism.
I already pray the Rosary daily, and the Confiteor, and the Act of Contrition- and I fear it’s still not enough. I am still in acute danger of suddenly ending up in Hell. Because of my fear of Hell, I cannot capably make a perfect Act of Contrition, even if I wanted to.
I cannot physically tolerate serotonin medications. I have grave reasons for not using those, and they are strictly neurological, not faith-based.
The real problem is the fact that I’ll be forced to risk a state of mortal sin until April 7. Every waking moment of the next four months will be filled with terror over dying unexpectedly. Every twinge, ache and pain…every random heart palpitation…every drive to work in winter road condtions…four months of pure terror for my soul.
It’s not as easy as just “being patient”, “stop[ping] worrying about it”, or finding myself a kindly priest, when none of them will see me.
And, I only wish I could get received into the Church before the Easter Vigil- but they won’t allow it.
April is a long, long way off.