Theresa returned home, seeking solace in keeping busy to distract herself from her troubles. After completing some housework, she lovingly prepared lunch for J.D. and herself. Following their meal, she settled J.D. down for his nap and then found herself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, lost in deep contemplation. Doubts and feelings of punishment gnawed at her, leading her to question her circumstances.
Speaking softly to her reflection, she uttered, "What have I done to incur such wrath from God? I'm only 39, a good person. How could You bless me with three beautiful children only to take me away from them? This isn't fair; I don't deserve this."
Faced with overwhelming despair, she gazed at the bottle of pills in the medicine cabinet, entertaining thoughts of ending her own life for the first time. However, just as she reached out for the bottle, J.D.'s cries broke the silence, stopping her in her tracks.
Startled by the sound, she slammed the cabinet door shut, the mirror shattering upon impact. With resolve in her voice, she whispered, "No, no, no! If you think you can take me, then you're in for a fight."
The cries of her child served as a powerful reminder, grounding her in the moment and cementing her determination to survive.