I barely made it through the two Sunday masses. After the mass, my friend, the altar boy, took this crucifix down off the wall and challenged me to carry this cross with me where ever I go. Then he said he is going to carry a larger one where ever he goes. What a great gift.
I am no longer taking sleeping pill or sertraline, (zoloft). The side effects were worse than what I was going through. I slept last night on and off and have much less anxiety. . So I am happy I am doing a little better. I have hope.
My only problem now is that I am very constipated and can not eat because there is no room in my stomach. So keep praying for me. I said Latin Mass, but I barely made it through the mass. Mornings are the most difficult times.
The original author of this blog passed away in July of 2016. RIP Father Carota.