I went to Mass. I’ve been going almost every week lately. I’m giving myself permission not to go if I think it would give me another panic attack, but lately it doesn’t. I still have to stay in the foyer, pacing around. It’s a nice little parish. I wish I could tell the pastor I think so. I wish I could shake his hand and say that his homilies are nice and the music is very good. But I tend... Read more