Although I grew up in a Christian Science Sunday School, Christian Science seemed to go in one ear and out the other. I did well in school, and in sports and extracurricular activities, but during high school I became increasingly depressed and was concerned about the worsening symptoms of mental illness I was observing in myself. It got to the point where I was obsessed with the thought of committing suicide. I said and did very inappropriate things, but I think because I did so well in school, my friends and family forgave me.
In my senior year, I sank into deeper and longer lasting depressions and began to fear that I was about to go into a depression from which I would never emerge. I read all sorts of philosophy, but I didn’t find it at all helpful.
One day, I was sitting on the floor of my bedroom thinking about my desperate situation when the idea came to me clearly and distinctly, almost as if a voice were speaking to me: Why don’t you try Christian Science? I thought, Why not? I had tried everything else.
