She would have been twenty-five; She could have been a mom. After all, she wasn’t always careful in that area. She’d most likely still be addicted that helped her to numb the past. Praying, heroin, church, methadone, morphine, Xanax, love. Any addiction would do.
Would she have gotten better had she not killed herself? Would she have been saved by an epiphany or a miracle of some sort? Would a chance at motherhood have saved her life or maybe that would have created a whole new cycle of depression and sadness in a new generation? Now we will never know.
