It was 14 years ago that during Easter Vigil Mass 2006 I received fully the gift of Schizophrenia.
Why do I call it a gift though? Delusional perhaps but I know it is my way to heaven. The suffering, the mysteries, the unending confusion between my thoughts and what is reality. I am a great sinner and I believe my Schizophrenia to be my purgation.
I don’t embrace it every day as I ought but some days like today I do. It is Easter Sunday and I have much peace in my heart amidst the suffering from Schizophrenia.
Made a good breakfast for all, cut my finger, burned my mouth, relaxing listening to Elvis gospel music.
My musings are relaxed today.
With much to be grateful for it is with a heavy heart that I learned today that one of my daughter’s friends’ dad has covid 19. He is doing well though and is at home getting better. But this is the first case I have of someone I know getting the virus.
I have a special place for my prayers for this war between us and this virus. It is my zen garden and it represents all the people who need prayer. I move a stone into the little space once I am moved to a prayer. It is very full right now. I know many who are at the front lines with essential businesses including my husband.
May Easter blessings be upon you all!
He is Risen!