This week has been a tough one for me. It began with an Influenza A infection — thank God I’ve recovered now. But not long after, I was hit by another wave of what I can only describe as a panic or spiritual attack. Out of nowhere, I felt deeply down, helpless, worried, and flooded with negative thoughts pulling me into a dark pit. I found myself overthinking, over-worrying, and overwhelmed by everything — the business, the kids — until I had no emotional energy left even to serve at the Life Spirit Seminar . I was simply moving through the motions, saying “yes” to every plan without heart. One weekday noon, I found myself on my knees crying at Mass, because I didn’t know what else to do. The breaking point came yesterday when I cried out to God for help, telling Him I was drowning. I asked for Mary, mother of Jesus ’s intercession, saying I had run out of “wine.” “Do whatever He tells you…” I hoped things would get better, but instead they seemed to go the oppos...