I was afraid most of the time. Afraid to leave my house. Afraid of enclosed spaces. And, most of all, afraid of being in places that I couldn't get out of easily.
I knew I needed help. Besides making me miserable, all of this mental turmoil and anxiety had begun to affect my law school studies. I had a hard time concentrating. And spending time in lecture halls was almost unbearable. By relying on prayer, I'd recently had a wonderful healing of severe dizzy spells. So it was natural for me to turn again to prayer when this condition developed. I also asked a Christian Science practitioner to pray with me.
The practitioner shared several helpful ideas. One came in the form of a poem about the peace and contentment that come from realizing you're in God's presence. I knew that I needed to see this more clearly, to really understand that because God is everywhere—always—I could never be cut off from His love. I held to these ideas for several months. And the anxiety did ease up a little. But there were still times when fear engulfed me.
