That’s my self-diagnosis.
As I am finding my way back … Or as the Lord leads me back … To the Catholic Church, different things come to mind that I had been doing when I fell away.
I was very active in my parish, in my opinion. I helped with CCD, choir, cooking for parish events, prolife events. I was at a place where I felt led to do those things and be a part of my parish community.
I have never forgotten what I had been doing. What I had forgotten was the things I was called to in private devotion.
At home I made Rosaries and I had come to a place in my faith that I purchased a veil to wear at Mass. Both of these things I had completely forgotten. Brain fog. I believe the enemy wanted me to forget because I was growing closer to our Lord and our Blessed Mother. Years have passed and it wasn’t until this leading reversion that it came to my mind that I had been doing those things. And with the memory comes sadness that I have clearly been under the influence of the enemy.
So while I, following the Holy Spirits guidance, figure this out and make my way back home, I will make Rosaries. Supplies purchased…should be here by the weekend.
This time I can recognize the spiritual attack and seek godly council to overcome it. Lord, hear my prayer.