Girl Needs What?

Girl needs god, but maybe not like you think

At a Funeral (Fig. 34), Thought Forms, Annie Besant, 1905

Fourteen years ago, I got very sick. I was in graduate school studying opera. My hands shook incessantly, my heart raced, and my emotions plummeted. I was not myself. For nine months straight I did not sleep, and I felt like a madwoman.

I lost thirty pounds, and once my bones crept up to the surfac…