We hear so much now of suffering from insomnia that I am sending an account of my healing in the hope that it may bring relief to some one. I had been for many years an invalid from nervous dyspepsia or some kindred trouble, and although I had been under the care of several doctors, some of whom were very kind and painstaking, material remedies were worse than useless, for I was constantly in such severe pain that opiates of greater and greater strength had at last to be administered. I was a perfect wreck, being unable to sleep naturally at night and almost helpless from extreme nervousness all day, when Christian Science, about which I knew nothing whatever, found me.
A student of Christian Science, hearing of my plight, came to see if she could help me, and, after some talk on the subject which I was almost too far gone to understand, asked if I would give up my usual draught for that one night if she gave me treatment. I answered that I was willing to have treatment but that I was certain I could not get through a night without an opiate, and I agreed to place it by my bedside but not to take it unless obliged. I had not been in bed long that night when I fell into a sound sleep and, unless I have been unduly excited late at night, I have slept naturally ever since, practically as long as I have wished. This was nine years ago. This one blessing is so great that I am glad to have an opportunity to tell of it. I know personally of wonderful cures of valvular heart disease, rheumatism, and other diseases, and my one great wish is to know more and more of this wonderful Science. The literature is a great joy to me, and I cannot close without mentioning that when I fell into most bitter financial trouble at the outbreak of the war the Christian Science church came nobly to my rescue, for which I also owe my most grateful, loving thanks to all concerned.
We can indeed never be grateful enough to our brave, beloved Mrs. Eddy for all she has done for us.— Sherborne, England.
