A reader writes:
I have realized that for the longest time, I have not been enjoying life, rather than merely enduring it. Every day seems like a list of unpleasant experiences, to be rewarded with sleeping and then another day of the same, perhaps worse. What pleasures I do experience I force-feed myself, and what pleasure I do glean from this I soon forget, if I feel it in the first place. Satisfaction from completing a project for work or like is momentary, and sometimes I do not feel that at all, having that some minor thing has gone wrong and it is useless to me. Those few things I do love are vanishing, and my heart has no energy to seek out anything new, for fear it, too, will disappear and I will be left with even more nothing. Even pain seems a friend, for I would rather feel it than mere weariness.
I am indeed on medicine, and seeing counselors and psychiatrists and priests, and yet I feel this too is labor for no reward I will receive, or if I do, it will be no use to me, for I cannot enjoy it.
Please pray for me.
Another reader writes:
I blog/live in the Green Mountain State, in the diocese of Burlington. I’m promoting the efforts of fellow Burlingtonite, Father Benedict Kiely, and his apostolate. It’s a worthy venture and I’ve dedicated a post to it.
Please help if you can.