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sanctamaria17
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OK, this is my vent thread. I’ve just had a tough week and the icing on the cake is that my favorite rosary is broken
A bunch of us were going to say the Divine Mercy chaplet yesterday and I was taking my rosary out of its special pouch only to find broken string and beads flying everywhere. It was a beautiful crystal rosary I had bought when I was in Austria over the summer.
It’s not the only issue though. Starting last week, a couple of my friends have told me that I’m doing too much and that they’re afraid of me burning out by the time I turn 19. One of them is worried that I’m spreading myself too thin and told me that he’s afraid of me having a nervous breakdown. This same friend knew something else was really eating at me and I finally confided that two years ago, I escaped from what could have been a scary situation (while sobbing in his arms), which I’m now being forced to deal with because of my work. My girl friends are very supportive of me and have been praying over me and helping me, while this particular guy has been very loving, giving me hugs and letting me know that it wasn’t my fault, that he’s proud of me for keeping my wits and getting out and that he was honored that I chose to confide in him (I hadn’t told anyone before I confided in him and another good friend). I was especially afraid of telling him because I know how protective he is around girls and how he worries (then I realized, this is why!) But all he said to me at first was, “Look at me, breathe in, hold it, breathe out.” Also, about my rosary (he’s Catholic too), he reminded that it’s not the beads, it’s the prayers that matter. Another girl friend just told me to get sleep (I’m finally quitting the insomniac lifestyle) and texted me to let me know she was praying for me. I’m finally starting to deal with things instead of brushing them aside and putting on a happy face like I used to
I know I’m blessed to have good friends in my life (and they’ve all helped me through a lot). I also know that God is really working on me. Thanks for listening (reading).
A bunch of us were going to say the Divine Mercy chaplet yesterday and I was taking my rosary out of its special pouch only to find broken string and beads flying everywhere. It was a beautiful crystal rosary I had bought when I was in Austria over the summer.It’s not the only issue though. Starting last week, a couple of my friends have told me that I’m doing too much and that they’re afraid of me burning out by the time I turn 19. One of them is worried that I’m spreading myself too thin and told me that he’s afraid of me having a nervous breakdown. This same friend knew something else was really eating at me and I finally confided that two years ago, I escaped from what could have been a scary situation (while sobbing in his arms), which I’m now being forced to deal with because of my work. My girl friends are very supportive of me and have been praying over me and helping me, while this particular guy has been very loving, giving me hugs and letting me know that it wasn’t my fault, that he’s proud of me for keeping my wits and getting out and that he was honored that I chose to confide in him (I hadn’t told anyone before I confided in him and another good friend). I was especially afraid of telling him because I know how protective he is around girls and how he worries (then I realized, this is why!) But all he said to me at first was, “Look at me, breathe in, hold it, breathe out.” Also, about my rosary (he’s Catholic too), he reminded that it’s not the beads, it’s the prayers that matter. Another girl friend just told me to get sleep (I’m finally quitting the insomniac lifestyle) and texted me to let me know she was praying for me. I’m finally starting to deal with things instead of brushing them aside and putting on a happy face like I used to
I know I’m blessed to have good friends in my life (and they’ve all helped me through a lot). I also know that God is really working on me. Thanks for listening (reading).
I’m sure you know that logically, yes, it’s the prayers that matter, and it can be fixed, etc., but it’s still so sad that it happened!