Article December 25, 1902 Issue

Self Pity

K. S. E.

I had always been what is termed a healthy woman, quite prosperous, with a good social position and very happy in my family relations. After spending the greater portion of my life in this kind of existence, we went to reside in Brussels, for several years. Here in this most beautiful of European capitals, one is surrounded by all that could be desired by a refined taste and a love for the artistic, and for a while, my new experiences, novel environment, with the many opportunities for study and self-culture, were very pleasing to me.

But after a year or two, I became strangely restless and unhappy. At night, instead of going to sleep like a reasonable woman, I would lie awake an hour or more, grieving over trifles that had happened, over things that had not happened, and worse that that, over things that probably never would happen.

About this time, I was advanced to a position of distinction at the palace, and my misery seemed complete. I wept at least three hours every night. Here I began the earnest study of Christian Science, that heretofore had been to me only an excellent system of healing.

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