My Messy Anxiety Situation
Last Tuesday was rough. Woke up with my heart racing like crazy, palms sweaty, couldn’t breathe right. Felt like the walls were closing in while I was just making coffee. This anxiety crap’s been happening more often since my job got crazy busy.
Prepping for Saint Dymphna
Googled patron saints for anxiety at lunch break. Found out about Saint Dymphna – apparently she helps with mental stuff. Didn’t have any fancy prayer cards or candles, just cleared off my dusty nightstand. Put a glass of water there since I read saints appreciate offerings.
The Prayer Attempt
Sat cross-legged on my bedroom floor around 8 PM. Started mumbling:
“Hey Saint Dymphna, it’s me again with the panic attacks. Dunno if you’re busy but… could ya help a guy out?”
What happened next:
- First 3 minutes: Felt stupid talking to empty room
- Minute 5: Remembered her backstory about helping crazy people (felt relatable)
- Minute 7: Actually whispered “Please make this tightness in my chest go away”
- Minute 10: Stopped rushing and just breathed between sentences
Aftermath and Weird Results
Finished by chugging the offering water (waste not!). Went to bed still anxious but kept repeating “Dymphna’s got this” like a weird mantra. Woke up at 3 AM needing to piss – realized I’d actually slept four hours straight without nightmares. Next morning still felt the anxiety monster lurking, but it felt… lighter? Like having backup.
Ongoing Messy Ritual
Now I bother Saint Dymphna nightly while brushing my teeth. Sometimes just rapid-fire “Help-help-help” when anxiety spikes at work. Still panic sometimes but now I’ve got this mental image of some ancient lady rolling her eyes at me while helping. Not magic cure but feels like having reinforcements.
