After 25 years of marriage, I divorced, changed careers, sold the house, and moved to a large city, all within a few months. Thinking I was enjoying my freedom, I developed a lifestyle of immoral behaviour and self-indulgence to accompany an ongoing drinking habit. But the sense of adventure that had been at first appealing—with a new environment and with the exploration of different professions—deteriorated into bouts of fear and depression. It was as if I were spiraling downward toward no solid ground.
Although I'd been raised in a family of Christian Scientists, I'd felt as a teenager that I'd be missing out on all the world had to offer if I took Christian Science seriously. Now, years later, I suddenly found I had too much of the world's offerings and was experiencing the unpleasant results.
One day I was driving to my third job in two years. I knew this job was to be short-lived like all the others. I was exhausted from the many recent changes in my life, and confused by problems at work. I felt I could no longer trust my boss or anyone else. As I drove, I asked myself despairingly several times, "Who can I trust?"
