Accession: 344.47.028
Editorial Title: Emma A. Thompson to Mary Baker Eddy, October 25, 1886
Author: Emma A. Thompson 
Recipient: Mary Baker Eddy 
Date: October 25, 1886
Manuscript Description: Handwritten by Emma A. Thompson on lined paper from Minneapolis, Minnesota.
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My Dear Mother

I must write a line have been trying for a week to write but somehowAs Written:some how have been kept back not wanting to be any trouble to you but my Dear Mother I must look to you now for some way I've lost my bearings I was never in all my life in a condition like the present, and how did I get here I am in a terrible numb state I can't As Written: cant treat I can't As Written: cant think and to think of you is impossible I can hardly write oh dear Mother where am I and what is the cause of this I've tried so hard always to follow your teachings and do as near right as I could but I can't As Written: cant tell anyoneAs Written:any one the struggle I've made to rid myselfAs Written:my self of this so terrible terrible state of mind is it possible that I'm losing my mind? oh dear if could only see you, if this struggle be to lift me higher then could "bear this burden but there seems I can't As Written: cant express it better than a somethingAs Written:some thing I can't As Written: cant tell what shutting me up a pulling away from you the one I love so well, is this because I've loved you better than I ought? everythingAs Written:every thing I attempt to do for you seems to be stopped, but I will not give up I only write for advice As Written: advise what am I to do to surmount this I'd willingly do anythingAs Written:any thing to be out of this it to me seems such a mystery I never was here before I can't As Written: cant sleep I can't As Written: cant eat.

now dear Mother "forgive the call I cannot shut thee from my sense or Soul I cannot love Thee boundless whole for Thou art all."

Your afflicted Child
E. A. Thompson
344.47.028
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My Dear Mother

I must write a line have been trying for a week to write but some howCorrected:somehow have been kept back not wanting to be any tr [?] Unclear or illegible ouble to you but my Dear Mother I must look to you now for some way I've lost my bearings I was never in all my life in a condition like the present, and how did I get here I am in a terrible numb state I cant Corrected: can't treat I cant Corrected: can't think and to think of you is impossible I can hardly write oh dear Mother where am I and what is the cause of this I've tried so hard always to follow your teachings and do as near right as I could but I cant Corrected: can't tell any oneCorrected:anyone the struggle I've made to rid my selfCorrected:myself of this so terrible terrible state of mind is it possible that I'm losing my mind? oh dear if could only see you, if this struggle be to lift me higher then could "bear this burden but there seems I cant Corrected: can't express it better than a some thingCorrected:something I cant Corrected: can't tell what shutting me up a pulling away from you the one I love so well, is this because I've loved you better than I ought? every thingCorrected:everything I attempt to do for you seems to be stopped, but I will not give up I only write for advise Corrected: advice what am I to do to surmount this I'd willingly do any thingCorrected:anything to be out of this it to me seems such a mystery I never was here before I cant Corrected: can't sleep I cant Corrected: can't eat.

now dear Mother "forgive the call I cannot shut thee from [?] Unclear or illegible  my sense or Soul I cannot love Thee boundless whole for Thou art all."

Your afflicted Child
E. A. Thompson
 
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