Panic attacks made ordinary weeks feel impossible. Medication helped, and so did therapy — I thank God for both. Still, my spirit needed a place to rest.
A friend from the choir invited me to Adoration. Sitting before the Blessed Sacrament, I learned to breathe and to entrust what I could not control.
Healing continues. I still have hard days. But the Lord meets me there, and the parish holds space for that quiet work of grace.
- Adoration
- anxiety
- peace