It's always Christmas that does it for me. Also, Easter. I sort of lose grips with this as the days between go along.

Also, I have this outstanding feeling angels are around me. I feel presences sometimes. It is always nice to think that an angel is watching over me. Sometimes there is an overwhelming urge to pray. But to tell of an incident, I was just wondering of God existed. It came across that I didn't know the answer at all. To what I thought. Then I thought, well, I always had a natural belief in Him. I think I was in despair so much. Over having Schizoaffective disorder, bipolar type. It felt like so much. I didn't question if He were true or not for long. I had this moment where I thought I saw St. Joan of Arc. And she was trying to help me through it. So, I guess that moment sealed it down for me. I didn't like questioning my faith in Catholicism. Like I said, it was always natural for me to believe in it all, and it all sort of sounded just like it was true to me. I enjoy it when I believe in Catholicism. It is really fulfilling to me. And I am Confirmed -- St. Helena of the Cross. That is my saint name. So sometimes it seems like a go-round. (Because apparently saint names with Confirmation mean that you need to try to exhibit their story, and also because they are looking over you).

I seem to have lost the point. I love being Catholic. Sometimes I think it is because I'm coming around to loving my background/history. It was just a point of despair and it seemed to me to be really telling that I always believed in God and all the Catholic religion.