At my worst point during my sickness, I had lost everything in my life. I was laying in a bed and could do nothing except stare at a wall or try to sleep, which didn't work well either. I could hardly move around even in our own house.

I couldn't leave the house. I couldn't watch TV or listen to music. I couldn't read books. I was so wracked with anxiety and depression, and my body was so sick, that I could do nothing.

I had lost all things. A moment came when the only thought I had left in my mind was that I knew I should pray. I had lost all preconceived notions about religion. I had lost all...