“We have to let go of what the world wants us to hang onto and hold onto what the world wants us to let go of.”
The wise deacon who gave the homily this Sunday morning spoke these words.
But how do we operate within this paradox?
Why is it always about balance?
How much of it is our attitude and how much is our chemical make-up?
What miracles will ‘heal’ us if we believe?
This post raised similar questions.
I have struggled for most of my adult life with borderline depression and probably a little anxiety, too. These things, however, have not existed in real life like I would have imagined they would.
I had previously figured that depression was reserved for people who had SOMETHING to be sad about. And those poor saps wouldn’t be able to get out of bed each morning. They would cry constantly. They would probably resort to maniacal meth usage, would wear all-black and would get swoopy haircuts, but would ultimately not really wash or style their hair much, anyway.
I figured that people who had anxiety would be nervous wrecks 100% of the time, would talk really fast, drink too much coffee, talk incessantly about governmental conspiracy theories, and would be all twitchy and weird.
Most of that stuff is dead wrong. For me, at least. Except, I could get into a…
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