Covid hit right after our Dad passed. I swear he had it and they didn’t know what it was yet….We will never know.
I dealt with Covid fine I thought, but thinking about it, I think it affected me more than I thought. Worry, isolation, a different world. I didn’t get Covid and thankfully didn’t lose anyone close to me, but still….it did something to me.
We lost our priest, my boss in April of 2021 . We found him unresponsive in his room and he passed a few days later. It was a scary and heartbreaking thing to have happen to this man of faith. I was concentrating more my job, and cleaning out the rectory to prepare for our new priest so I still didn’t find time to deal with my Dad, my Mom, or my Covid feelings, which me and my Sis have named, “The Trifecta”. It wasn’t until my new boss moved in in July, and things are getting into a routine that I am realizing that something isn’t right. I don’t feel right. My Sis thinks I may have a type of PTSD from “The Trifecta”. Can that be? Maybe I do, Maybe I am depressed. I don’t feel like myself. I have no energy. I have no desire to do anything. I want to sit in my house in my jammies and watch TV. I have been eating way to much sugar and everything else, these past few years, which doesn’t help my mental state, so maybe that is it. It could be many things, the only think I know for sure is that I am ready to do something to change it. I am ready to move on and put everything in the past and move on. I have been trying to do that for a while now, but it seems like every time I try, I give up. So, I have decided to push myself to get back to doing the things I use to love. The things that I used to do before all of this happened. The things I gave up because I didn't feel like leaving my house, or socializing.
Friends
Jazzercise
Photography
Walking
Church
Hiking
My Rosary Group
Blogging and
Healthy Eating!
I joined Jazzercise last December, in hopes of going, but I think I only went to 15-20 classes all year. I went to a Rosary meeting a few months ago, but make excuses and it seems like it hits on the Thursday we are going to Camp. Excuses, Excuses, Baby Lori.
I did get back to Church. With the help of some friends from church and my new boss, who encouraged me to go to Confession and start attending Mass again. This I am still doing faithfully and it has helped tremendously. I need everything else that I mentioned above, to start to feel like myself again. I need to push myself and stop making excuses. I really feel that if I start doing the things I used to do, then I will begin to feel human again. Today is the perfect day to begin. A new year! A new beginning!
It's time to start living again.
It's time to call that girl back.
It's time to Find Lori again.
It's time.
xoxo
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