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Hello dear all.
I have to warn you I am not the most social person and not much of a stroyteller either, but I gave my word to someone who has been helping me to share my story here, here I am, so help me God.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
I have to start from the very beginning here.
I was born in the middle of nowhere in what we call now the former Soviet Union. My parents were 100% atheists, real products of the system that hated everything related to any religion including Christianity. I was baptized though, as a child, or so they say, by my grandmother. Why so they say? Well, because in those days baptizing anyone was laughed at, ridiculed and was an actual offense against the system and the state which had eyes and ears almost everywhere. That is why baptisms were done in secret and without keeping any documents for the safety of all the participants.
I grew up going to a state school which did not teach us anything about religion. I did not attend sunday school. I grew up completely ignorant about religion, God and faith. I first read Bible out of curiosity as a teenager. But at that time I was not yet ready to let Jesus and our Blessed Mother to enter my heart, so I just left my Bible aside and started reading next book.
As years went by, I got married and started a family of my own. I moved to another country, learned new language, got my degree and found the job of my dreams (I am registered nurse). However, for a long time now I felt something was missing from my life, and I was suffering from anxiety, irrational fear and depression.
My first step was going to the doctors, I started on several antidepressants at once, no need to mention they were not helping. I enrolled into support groups, but it was useless. A few of my friends and husband family members are religious. A friend of mine, who is a muslim, gave me Quran, which I read of course, but islam did not bring hope into my heart. My mother in law, who is a devoted protestant, took me into her church for Sunday service. She is really kind and nice person and I love her so much, but when I went to their lutheran church it just did not feel to me as something special.
Some time passed and I met someone on Facebook. It was a person who was brave enough to revert to Catholicism from islam living in a muslim country that has death penalty for leaving islam. It was an amazing story of courage to me. We became friends, and once I told him my history with depression. He listened to me and gave me an advice to visit Catholic church and get an image of St. Dymphna.
I have to warn you I am not the most social person and not much of a stroyteller either, but I gave my word to someone who has been helping me to share my story here, here I am, so help me God.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
I have to start from the very beginning here.
I was born in the middle of nowhere in what we call now the former Soviet Union. My parents were 100% atheists, real products of the system that hated everything related to any religion including Christianity. I was baptized though, as a child, or so they say, by my grandmother. Why so they say? Well, because in those days baptizing anyone was laughed at, ridiculed and was an actual offense against the system and the state which had eyes and ears almost everywhere. That is why baptisms were done in secret and without keeping any documents for the safety of all the participants.
I grew up going to a state school which did not teach us anything about religion. I did not attend sunday school. I grew up completely ignorant about religion, God and faith. I first read Bible out of curiosity as a teenager. But at that time I was not yet ready to let Jesus and our Blessed Mother to enter my heart, so I just left my Bible aside and started reading next book.
As years went by, I got married and started a family of my own. I moved to another country, learned new language, got my degree and found the job of my dreams (I am registered nurse). However, for a long time now I felt something was missing from my life, and I was suffering from anxiety, irrational fear and depression.
My first step was going to the doctors, I started on several antidepressants at once, no need to mention they were not helping. I enrolled into support groups, but it was useless. A few of my friends and husband family members are religious. A friend of mine, who is a muslim, gave me Quran, which I read of course, but islam did not bring hope into my heart. My mother in law, who is a devoted protestant, took me into her church for Sunday service. She is really kind and nice person and I love her so much, but when I went to their lutheran church it just did not feel to me as something special.
Some time passed and I met someone on Facebook. It was a person who was brave enough to revert to Catholicism from islam living in a muslim country that has death penalty for leaving islam. It was an amazing story of courage to me. We became friends, and once I told him my history with depression. He listened to me and gave me an advice to visit Catholic church and get an image of St. Dymphna.
