I no longer have traditions. I no longer have religious rituals. I am no longer part of a religious community.
I constantly have to tell myself the “no longers” when I feel the echos and ghosts of my past creeping up behind me, reminding me of not only who I was, but who I no longer am.
I sometimes whisper to my husband, “I sleep with ghosts…”
I do not just sleep with ghosts. I wake with ghosts. I sometimes even feel like a ghost. Why?
For me, the act of being Catholic was very much a part of my be-ing. To no longer have Catholicism as part of my be-ing leaves me feeling haunted.
My normal schedule when I was 21 looked like this:
6:00 am: Morning Prayer (Liturgy of the Hours)
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