Four years ago I was a sickly, peevish, unhappy woman filled with fear, perplexity, and doubt; depressed and uncertain as to the present and fearful of the future; struggling with dyspepsia and catarrhal difficulties of the head and throat, which, through the bias of education and observation I believed to be hereditary and from which there seemed no escape.
Looking continually to medicine and to hygiene for help, occupying myself in the study of the health laws and their operations, I grew more and more discouraged and miserable.
Looking to matter for the healing and strengthening of matter, was but leaning upon a reed whose frailty and weakness I was often forced to admit. However, hope springs eternal in the human breast, and even after repeated failures I felt sure that there must be health and strength for me if I but knew where to look for them. It was at this point that Christian Science was presented to me as q glorious and positive means of escape from the bondage of ill health, but through ignorance I was self-mesmerized into the belief that it would be more to my credit to remain as I was than to be cured by and through Christian Science.
