About four years ago I suffered a physical, mental, and nervous breakdown which I know would have cost me my senses, as well as my life, had it not been for the healing power of Christian Science. After this breakdown my state of health became so bad that after constant care from a specialist, a well-known neurologist and psychologist, who gave the best he knew, the result was entire loss of mind after an attempt at suicide. I was then taken to a private sanitarium, where further psychological treatment was given. This only complicated affairs and caused further suffering. I returned to my home a hopeless wreck, and very nearly passed on, but for the one thought I clung to, which was, If only I could have Christian Science—I know it would save me!
I had visited a Christian Science practitioner just once before this breakdown, but had never returned or asked for further help. As soon as speech returned, my mother asked me if there was anything they could do for me or anything I wanted to say. I answered her: "Yes, look in that Christian Science Journal you have on the table. Read me the names of the practitioners in our city, and when you reach the one I visited I will recognize it. Get her to come. I know she can help me." This my mother did. I recall that the first words the practitioner said after sitting beside my bed a short while were, "God is Life." I did not at once comprehend the magnitude of their meaning, and I am still learning it, but I knew that she knew what they meant, and so I repeated them over and over again. From that day I progressed in every way.
The condition of insanity was met and healed, as well as the complaint of nerves. I was so afraid to let go of the physicians that I begged to be allowed to let them come to see me for a while, but I never used their medicines after the first call the practitioner made. I soon learned my lesson. One of the attending physicians making a call remarked a decided change for the better, but noticed a new condition about my hands. They were partially inactive, and loss of action in my feet followed. This was overcome by the practitioner, and I then realized that I must trust God absolutely; so I willingly gave up the physicians and trusted God.
