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For someone who has never experienced OCD, that probably doesn't sound scary at all. But believe me, when you seriously believe that your immortal soul is on the line, that kinda of trust take every last thing you have.

To trust that He wants you in heaven more than you want to be in heaven. To trust that He knows how much you love Him, even when you think that you aren't positive that you love Him. To trust that jumping through hoops isn't what gets you to heaven—His arms are.

For a Catholic, that probably looks like trusting your loved ones when they tell you that you don't need to go to confession. "Okay, but what if I did that time, and it happens to be the ONE time I wasn't obsessing?" 1) the likelihood of that happening is slim to none BUT 2) if it did, do you really think a God Who is love and mercy itself would hold that against you? Don't you know that He knows how confused and scared you are? Don't you know that He knows that you are trusting your loved ones because your brain can't be trusted? Don't you know that He knows that you love Him so much you want to never, ever, ever hurt Him, and you are just trying to be healthy? That is the leap of faith you have to make.

For an Evangelical, it likely looks like doing your best to dismiss questions about whether or not you are saved. You did what you knew to do. You repented, you were baptized, you love God and you are continuing to seek Him out. "But what if I didn't repent right?" --- If you weren't repentant, you wouldn't be worried about it. You love Jesus with everything in you. I know you do. Because if you didn't, you wouldn't be sobbing over the sinner's prayer, trying to say it "correctly." Jesus knows. Jesus knows Your heart, and He came to earth for you, and the misfiring neurons in your brain are not going to be what determines your eternal salvation. He wants you. And you want Him. And that's enough. That's your leap of faith.

And some point, you have to throw your hands in the air and say "Jesus, I did everything I can. I'm scared, and I'm confused, and I don't understand anything, and I don't know what to do anymore. So will you figure it out for me?" And rest in that. Because He will figure it out for you. You don't need to be solving all those mental puzzles. He knows the answers.

He is not mad at you for being confused. He is not upset with you for being scared. He is not angry that you don't have all the answers. Righteousness is not necessarily determined by clarity. He is not impatient with you for being a little lost. He does not begrudge you for your illness.

is it linked to the parasite?

It is. There's almost zero documentation on it due to most cases being fatal.

In short, Weeping Ink Syndrome, or WIS, is a disease caused by a waterborne parasite that hosts on Inkfish. Most people get it through GrizzCo work, due to the low safety protocol and high water exposure.

The parasite attaches to the host's nervous system and manipulates their instincts. Main symptoms include personality changes, fascination with water, twitching, lack of pain and/or survival instinct, and excretion of ink from the eyes, mouth, and nose– Hence the "Weeping Ink."

WIS is not actively contagious. The goal of the parasite is to lead the Inkfish to water, so the host will die and the parasite can spread. There's a lot of fearmongering about WIS holders, but as long as we're alive we're safe to be around. Aggression can be a symptom, but attacks are incredibly rare.

There's no cure for WIS at the moment. The parasite is aggressive and resistant to most modern antiparasitics. There are some medications that can ease symptoms, but most of them are still experimental.

WIS has a very high mortality rate. Most people don't think anything of it until it's too late. If you notice any of the symptoms in yourself or a loved one, consult a medical professional immediately. It's important to note that most studies are conducted on adult male Inklings, and symptoms may present differently in children, females, and Octolings.

hi my name is tomine 🤓 its pronounced to-mine. most people use she/her for me but i truly do not give a fuck. i'm a 24 year old octo who really should've picked a better major and is now working as both a street performer mime and a grizzco employee

THE FUCK OCTOLINGS BLINKIE IS A JOKE I AM A MIMIC OXTOPUS 😭😭😭😭

I hate Martha.

[Today’s Gospel is one of the Martha and Mary stories. And I hate Martha.]

Not because she’s a bad person. Or because she’s doing something bad. She isn’t. And she isn’t.

I hate Martha because she’s a mirror. At least for me anyway. I see way too much of myself, way too much of my baggage in Martha.

And I really would prefer not to deal with – well – any of my baggage. Thank you very much.

Today’s Martha isn’t the overworked responsible child who resented her sister, Mary. The one who got the gentlest rebuke ever given by Jesus (“Martha, Martha, you are worried about many things.”).

This is Martha 2.0. This is the Martha who took that to heart. And now her first impulse is faith. Not complaining.

Martha’s brother, Lazarus, has died. Martha is grieving, crying on Jesus’ shoulder.

Can’t ask for a better shoulder to cry on.

Martha’s asking Jesus to raise her brother from the dead. Asking for something she doesn’t really believe will happen, as it turns out.

Because when Jesus says that He will raise her brother from the dead? Martha suddenly shifts from the intimate and the personal to the distant and the remote.

Martha starts talking about the inevitable resurrection of everybody at the final judgment.

Martha is confessing one of the truths of the Faith. It’s one of the four last things. Christ-centered. Doctrinally sound.

And completely walled-off from what she’s actually dealing with in her own life.

Without meaning to, Martha has closed herself off from the very real help offered by the One whose shoulder she is crying on.

Martha has put God in the nicest box ever.

Which is why I hate her. Because she reminds me that I do this. All. The. Time.

Instead of letting the Faith give me the perspective I need. Instead of letting prayer be a source of comfort and strength. Instead of talking with God.

I talk about God. And imagine that it’s the same thing.

I put God in the nicest box. And then wonder why I’m not seeing God at work in my life right now.

That’s because it’s hard to see what’s up close. If you’re only looking at what’s far away. It’s hard to see what’s happening right now. If you’re only looking at the future.

The truth is that God isn’t just the God of the future. Of the sweet by and by. Where everything is set to rights.

God is also the God of now. Where things fall apart. Where the hard work of today is done.

That’s the God who loves you. That’s the God who wants to hear from you. Not someday, but now.

Right when you need Him the most.

Because the God who loves you has dirt under His fingernails.