Poor Prognosis e-bog

I was told that I was a 'poor prognosis': a hopeless case. I had incurable catatonic schizophrenia as well as brain damage and dissociative identity disorder. But I had faith in Jesus borne out of a desire to know the nature of God. After getting involved in drugs and the hippie counterculture, I encountered Jesus. When I became ill, I was certain that he would heal me, which he did after many years of suffering psychosis and a splintered mind, and after being trapped in a mental hospital and tortured by the staff. The key to my final healing was having love for others.