About twelve years ago I was laboring under what is known as a nervous breakdown. Receiving little help from the kindest medical attention, in a moment of despair, hungrily reaching out for help, I asked my physician what would aid my helpless, despondent condition. His reply was, "Faith in God." "But," I said, "I know so little of God." "Christian Science certainly teaches of God," he responded. And so I turned to Christian Science, greatly influenced by his words. With the encouragement of a friend I was directed to a faithful practitioner. From the first I was persistent in my study without getting much light — all seemed so dark. But gradually, with the help of the practitioner, the dark shadows which seemed so real were dispelled. Constipation (for which I had nightly used material remedies for fifteen years at least), sick headaches, and severe and continued indigestion were also healed at that time.
I had much and still have much of so-called temperament and disposition to overcome; but when I seem to fall by the wayside I try to look back on the progress I have made and to be grateful for it, and for an earnest desire to reflect more of the Godlike qualities.
For three months during the summer my son and I are practically alone in the mountains, and there have been many times, when inharmonious physical conditions have been persistent, that the knowledge of God's ever-presence and infinitude has sustained me. Then, too, the assurance that God is always with my son, and he needs no other presence, has helped me much. At such times I am particularly grateful for growing nearer to Him.
