As I said in my previous post, my Lent was not as fruitful as I had thought it would be on Ash Wednesday. I failed in all of my sacrifices and additional prayers I had promised to partake in, and I felt like I was moving backwards in my spiritual life instead of forwards. I recently figured out why my Lent had been so difficult.It all began back in January or February. I was feeling depressed. It wasn't a big deal, I have major depressive disorder: feeling depressed comes with the package. For the most part, I was able to get over it on my own, so I didn't really feel a need to talk about it with my therapist or my mom, or anyone. However, I had no idea that the depression had taken a toll on not only on my mental and emotional health, but my spiritual life as well.
Since then, my prayer life has decreased, and I've been thinking things along the lines of "I'm fine without God's help". I was locked inside a tomb, blocked by a stone and unable to see the light.
But at the Easter Vigil, I felt something. I felt Jesus' presence so strongly that I wanted to cry. As Jesus' stone was rolled away and truth was brought to light, it felt like a stone that had been in my own heart was being rolled away.
Lord, I ask to to roll away all stones which are keeping me from being with you. Bring me to the light and let me live in your presence.
