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Praying hard for you.
I will pray for you. And please get help. I have been exactly where you are. If you find a clinic and have a low income, ask if they would see you at a reduced rate. Do not wait.I could really use prayers guys. I’m worn down with some things that are happening in my life right now. I can’t pray, I can’t read Scripture. (I used to not be able to go a day without it.) I can’t talk about the faith or apologetics anymore. I have no energy. I’m just…done.
I feel so alone. There’s this constant darkness gnawing at me. It’s been there in the back of my mind for almost a year now, but it’s finally beaten me, I think. I can be happy for a little, but as soon as I’m not doing something, it comes back. Sometimes even harder than before. There’s something that’s always telling me I’m useless and nothing I say or do matters. That nobody cares or wants me around. I can’t explain where these thoughts are coming from. I’m tired of them, but no matter how hard I pray, they’re always there. Always. I’m sick of it.
My faith feels so brittle. I’m tired of suffering. I’m tired of my life. I need something to change. I can’t keep doing this. Something is going to snap pretty soon. I already feel it. It’s scaring me. I’m turning into a person I don’t like.
Anyways, I would really appreciate prayers.
Thanks.
Amen.Prayer to St. Jude for a Cure to Depression
St. Jude, friend to those in need, please pray to Almighty God to relieve this pestilence of depression. In your compassion, please intercede for researchers who are working for a cure. Intercede for priests, deacons, religious, and laypeople to welcome broken people into the Church. Beseech God to persuade his Church to embrace the depressed even as their tears are flowing. Envelope them in your care, in brightness, and do not hold back. St. Jude, we thank you for your intercession, through Christ Our Lord, amen.
St. Dymphna, pray for us.

amen !prayer to our lady of mental peace
o lady of mental peace,
mother of tranquility
and mother of hope,
look upon robyn pin this time
of weakness and unrest.
Teach her searching heart
to know that god’s love
for her is unchanging and
unchangeable, and, that
true human love can only
begin and grow by touching
his love.
Let your gentle peace -
which this world cannot give
Our lady of mental peace,
- be always with her.
And, help her to bring this
same peace into the lives
of others.
For help in trials
- pray for us!
Amen.
most holy apostle st. Jude, faithful servant and friend of jesus, the name of the traitor who delivered your beloved master into the hands of his enemies has caused you to be forgotten by many. But the church honors and invokes you universally as the patron of hopeless cases–of things despaired of. Pray for me who feels so hopeless. Make use, i implore you, of that particular privilege accorded to you of bringing visible and speedy help where help is almost despaired of. Come to my assistance in this great need, that i may receive the consolations and succor of heaven in all my necessities, tribulations and sufferings, in particular robyn p, and that i may bless god with you and all the elect throughout eternity. I promise you, o blessed st. Jude, to be ever mindful of this great favor, and i will never cease to honor you as my special and powerful patron, and to do all in my power to encourage devotion to you. Amen.
I know this is ‘prayer intentions’ but I would just like to quickly quote a little bit out of those books for you that I really liked.
Jesus to Catalina:The Passion - loveandmercy.org/Eng-TP-Reg.pdf
**1) …Look at Me, My beloved ones. Letting Myself be led with the meekness of a lamb to the terrible torture of the scourging. On My Body, already covered with blows and overwhelmed with fatigue, the executioners cruelly discharge terrible lashes with braided rope, with rods. They punish Me so violently that there was no part of Me which was not prey to the most terrible pain… The blows and the kicks caused Me countless wounds… The rods tore away pieces of My skin and flesh. Blood flowed from all My limbs. Time after time I fell because of the pain caused by the blows to My manliness. My Body was in such a state that I resembled a monster more than a man. The features of My face had lost their shape; it was all swollen.
- The thought of so many souls, who would later be inspired to follow My footsteps, consumed Me with Love.
- During My hours in prison, I saw the faithful imitators learning from My meekness, patience, and serenity. Not only accepting suffering and scorn but even loving those who persecute them and, if necessary, sacrificing themselves for them as I sacrificed Myself.
- During those hours of solitude in the midst of so much pain, I became enflamed, more and more, with desires of fulfilling perfectly the Will of My Father. How I offered Myself in reparation for His deeply offended Glory! Thus you, religious souls who find yourselves in the prison chosen out of love, who more than once pass before the eyes of creatures as useless and possibly harmful, do not be afraid. Let them shout against you and, during those hours of pain and solitude, unite your heart intimately with your God, the only object of your love. Make reparation for His Glory violated by so many sins. **
Jesus to Catalina:The Passion - loveandmercy.org/Eng-TP-Reg.pdf
**When I was seized in the Garden, My accusers were quick with every lie and I, without the least resistance, allowed them to take Me to wherever they wanted. And when they wanted to encircle My Head with the crown of thorns, I bowed My Head without resistance, because I took everything from the hands of the One who had sent Me into the world.
- When the arms of those cruel men were exhausted by the violence of discharging blows against My Body, they placed upon My head a crown woven with branches of thorns, and parading before Me they said: “So you are a King? We salute you!”
- Some spat at Me; others insulted Me; still others dealt further blows to My head, each one adding a new pain to My Body, so battered and destroyed.
- I am tired; I have nowhere to rest. Lend Me your heart and your arms to cover Myself in your love. I am cold and feverish; embrace Me for an instant before they continue destroying this temple of Love.**
http://s24.postimg.org/s91lh9u91/Crucifixion.jpgThe Passion - loveandmercy.org/Eng-TP-Reg.pdf
**5) The fatigue that I feel is so great and the Cross so heavy that halfway along the path, I fall from weakness. See how those inhuman men lift Me up in the most brutal manner. One grabs My arm, another pulls My clothes that are stuck to My wounds, tearing them open again… This one grabs Me by the neck, another by the hair; others discharge dreadful blows to My whole Body, with their fists, and even with their feet. The Cross falls upon Me and with its weight causes new wounds. My face is scraped by the stones in the road and the blood which runs down My face sticks to My eyes that are almost closed because of the blows they have received. The dust and the mud mingle with the blood and I am turned into the most repugnant of objects.
- My Father sends Angels to help support Me so that My Body does not lose consciousness when it falls, so that the battle may not be won before its time and all My souls are lost.
- I walk over the stones that destroy My feet. I stumble and fall time and time again. I look at both sides of the road, searching for the slightest look of love, of surrender, of union with My pain, but… I do not see anyone.
- My children, you who follow in My footsteps, do not let go of your cross no matter how heavy it seems to you. Do it for Me because by carrying your cross, you will help Me carry Mine, and on the difficult path, you will find My Mother and the holy souls who will give you encouragement and comfort.**
Please continue to next post -The Passion - loveandmercy.org/Eng-TP-Reg.pdf
**Contemplate My wounds and see if there is anyone who has suffered as much as I, to show their love…
Contemplate for a moment these bloodstained hands and feet… This naked body, covered with wounds, with urine, and blood. Dirty… This head punctured by sharp thorns, soaked in sweat, full of dust, and covered in Blood…
Contemplate your Jesus, hanging on the Cross, without being able to make the slightest movement… naked, without fame, without honor, without liberty…
Contemplate Me in the image of the Christ that weeps and bleeds. There and in this way the world has Me.**
God BlessDivine Providence - loveandmercy.org/Eng-DP-Reg.pdf
During my prayers on the 23rd, the Lord, knowing that I was feeling very much alone, spoke to me and said: **2) “My beloved, here I am, responding to your call. However, not even for an instant have I abandoned you… You are seemingly alone but I am with you.
- “Think of My anguish in the garden; I felt alone.
- “Are you afraid? So was I.
- “Do you need to talk to someone? Talk to Me.
- “Do you need a hand to caress you? Here are Mine.
- “Do you need a shoulder on which to cry? Do so on Mine and I will dry your tears with My kisses… Your tears will blend with Mine. I am not indifferent to your sufferings.
- “Do you need someone’s company to pray with you? Here you have My Saints and My Angels… Offer Me your patience in this life of exile and, thus, each time that I come looking for you, you will be free of grief and able to enjoy great interior peace.**
I’m really sorry to hear that, Robyn. I feel quite the same, actually. I think I’m going to abandon the internet soon; it just feels too much like an imitation of life. Anyway, I hope things get better for you. I’ll be praying.I could really use prayers guys. I’m worn down with some things that are happening in my life right now. I can’t pray, I can’t read Scripture. (I used to not be able to go a day without it.) I can’t talk about the faith or apologetics anymore. I have no energy. I’m just…done.
I feel so alone. There’s this constant darkness gnawing at me. It’s been there in the back of my mind for almost a year now, but it’s finally beaten me, I think. I can be happy for a little, but as soon as I’m not doing something, it comes back. Sometimes even harder than before. There’s something that’s always telling me I’m useless and nothing I say or do matters. That nobody cares or wants me around. I can’t explain where these thoughts are coming from. I’m tired of them, but no matter how hard I pray, they’re always there. Always. I’m sick of it.
My faith feels so brittle. I’m tired of suffering. I’m tired of my life. I need something to change. I can’t keep doing this. Something is going to snap pretty soon. I already feel it. It’s scaring me. I’m turning into a person I don’t like.
Anyways, I would really appreciate prayers.
Thanks.

O sacred heart of Jesus, I place my trust in thee,
Whatever may befall me, Lord, though dark the hour may be;
In all my woes, in all my joys, though nought but grief I see,
O sacred heart of Jesus, I place my trust in thee.
When those I loved have passed away, and I am sore distressed,
O sacred heart of Jesus, I fly to thee for rest.
In all my trials, great or small, my confidence shall be
Unshaken as I cry, dear Lord, I place my trust in thee.
This is my one sweet prayer, dear Lord, my faith, my trust, my love,
But most of all in that last hour, when death points up above,
O sweet savior, may thy face smile on my soul all free.
Oh may I cry with rapturous love, I've placed my trust in thee.