everything under the sun
Jan. 13th, 2001 07:34 pmMy great grandmother died, very early this morning. Probably about the time I was coming home. My mother is sad and doesn't want to talk about it. I can only be grateful that she didn't have to stay very long in the hospital, that her end was painless and quiet.
It's hard to find something good to say about death, about my faith, when at the moment I just want to scream. Not something I can deal with easily, obviously.
I went and made my first confession today. Father Keith was kind and walked me through it, so I didn't have to feel so bad about not knowing what to do. I genuinely feel absolved at the moment. I felt God in Mass this evening, as close as the people around me in the pews. Closer perhaps.
I deliberately chose today of all days for my confession. It is my second birthday of sorts. Four years ago this day I tried to die, with a couple hundred pills and a can of coke. It is miraculous that I didn't. The ambulance slid on the ice, couldn't drive fast enough. I stopped breathing. They thought I was gone. Instead I spent a week in a coma, and no one knew what was going to happen to me, if I would wake up and still be able to think.
Miracle upon miracle, I did wake up. Somehow I survived everything that happened and here I am now. I'm twenty. I study Slavic Languages and Literature at the University of Texas. I have a fulltime job at a local tech company. I have my own car, my own apartment, my own bank account, some friends, my faith back after such a long absence. Not bad for being alive.
I'm a lucky girl.
It's hard to find something good to say about death, about my faith, when at the moment I just want to scream. Not something I can deal with easily, obviously.
I went and made my first confession today. Father Keith was kind and walked me through it, so I didn't have to feel so bad about not knowing what to do. I genuinely feel absolved at the moment. I felt God in Mass this evening, as close as the people around me in the pews. Closer perhaps.
I deliberately chose today of all days for my confession. It is my second birthday of sorts. Four years ago this day I tried to die, with a couple hundred pills and a can of coke. It is miraculous that I didn't. The ambulance slid on the ice, couldn't drive fast enough. I stopped breathing. They thought I was gone. Instead I spent a week in a coma, and no one knew what was going to happen to me, if I would wake up and still be able to think.
Miracle upon miracle, I did wake up. Somehow I survived everything that happened and here I am now. I'm twenty. I study Slavic Languages and Literature at the University of Texas. I have a fulltime job at a local tech company. I have my own car, my own apartment, my own bank account, some friends, my faith back after such a long absence. Not bad for being alive.
I'm a lucky girl.