Christian Science came to me as a light shining in the densest darkness, and as new hope springing from the ashes of the hope that had died within me.
Previous to that time (April,1895), I was a physical wreck; rheumatism, catarrh, bronchitis, neuralgia, chronic indigestion, and finally nervous prostration and insomnia, rendered my life a burden to myself and others. For eight years sleep never came to me except in response to anodynes and narcotics. I took chloral eight years, and I was often so nervous I could not bear to have one of my children enter my room or speak to me. For years I was a miserable "shut-in" the greater part of the time, and most of the three years prior to my first Science treatment, I spent closely confined to my room, with screens to shut out every breath of air possible. During this time I had constant fever the least thing, such as drinking a glass of water or milk, causing an increase of temperature.
Sometimes too weak to read or speak, I would silently ask God to show me the right way, whatever the cost.
