Many people will tell you that the end of one's senior year...

Many people will tell you that the end of one's senior year in high school is the best time of the four-year experience. But the spring of my senior year was filled with tears instead of fun. Night after night I tearfully confided to a girlfriend my feelings of loneliness and unpopularity. Boarding at a college preparatory school, I longed for someone to take care of me; I wanted someone to feel sorry for me.

I began to develop irregular eating habits symptomatic of bulimia. One day, in tears, I called a Christian Science practitioner I did not know. But I was really looking more for sympathy than healing, and when she began talking with me, I politely told her that I could handle this on my own and thanked her for her time. I said that I had just wanted to talk with someone.

At that point she said with conviction, "You know, you are the perfect child of God." I started laughing and said, "That isn't enough to heal me." She continued, saying that I could have an instantaneous healing right then. I was anxious to hang up by this point, so I once again thanked her and said goodbye. But after I returned to my dorm room, I thought about the simple truth she had shared. Right then I ceased wondering what was causing my eating disorder and unhappiness. I started to accept the fact that I always had been and still was God's perfect child, and I affirmed that I could see that truth manifested in healing.

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September 2, 1991

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