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In several Catholic circles on the internet I have read comments that refer to scrupulosity as a cross. But this this article titled (Revised)Ten Commandments for the Scrupulous says it is not. It describes scrupulosity as something that God does not will for a person?
I will not go into very long details here but I think I am suffering from this, because I have tremendous fear and anxiety, and it has been this way since December, and the moments of relief are brief, I suppose an analogy is that of drowning for a long period and then getting a chance to breath for a few seconds, and then back to drowning, the time spent drowning far outweighing the few moments of relief in air. It leaves me fatigued, without vision and ambition. Still, for a couple of months now I purposely go to be bed late and try to get up early otherwise I feel as though I am wasting time and feel guilty because in religious communities and many of the saints woke up early. I am to the point to where I avoid watching or reading the news, and minimize time social networking sites because I get anxiety. It seems all I think about is my soul, other peoples souls, sin, the unknown hour of our death, and Hell. Informal prayer has become particularly difficult (I can can manage the Rosary and Divinie Mercy Chaplet), yesterday I went to a chapel at a convent (I am unsuccessfully discerning religious life) and when I tried to pray of my own words in reverent posture, the mix of fear, feeling of discouragement and rejection (there is a verse in Proverbs that I read not long ago about prayer offered in a certain condition that is an abomination), and lack of strengthen would stop me. I literally felt unable, as though the words could not come out. In my most recent confession one of the things I confessed is how there are people in my life who I think will go to Heaven, and rather than being happy for them I feel sad because I do not think I will go to Heaven.
I will not go into very long details here but I think I am suffering from this, because I have tremendous fear and anxiety, and it has been this way since December, and the moments of relief are brief, I suppose an analogy is that of drowning for a long period and then getting a chance to breath for a few seconds, and then back to drowning, the time spent drowning far outweighing the few moments of relief in air. It leaves me fatigued, without vision and ambition. Still, for a couple of months now I purposely go to be bed late and try to get up early otherwise I feel as though I am wasting time and feel guilty because in religious communities and many of the saints woke up early. I am to the point to where I avoid watching or reading the news, and minimize time social networking sites because I get anxiety. It seems all I think about is my soul, other peoples souls, sin, the unknown hour of our death, and Hell. Informal prayer has become particularly difficult (I can can manage the Rosary and Divinie Mercy Chaplet), yesterday I went to a chapel at a convent (I am unsuccessfully discerning religious life) and when I tried to pray of my own words in reverent posture, the mix of fear, feeling of discouragement and rejection (there is a verse in Proverbs that I read not long ago about prayer offered in a certain condition that is an abomination), and lack of strengthen would stop me. I literally felt unable, as though the words could not come out. In my most recent confession one of the things I confessed is how there are people in my life who I think will go to Heaven, and rather than being happy for them I feel sad because I do not think I will go to Heaven.