I'm thinking of Dottie and her daughter, Becca. They used to go to meetings on Henry Street. Becca wove her program of recovery into her Christian religion. Or the other way around. I remember that she suffered terribly from mental health issues. During one meeting, she reminded herself of advice she had elicited from one of her church members: "when times get tough, visualize the cross."
Not long after that, she jumped from a bluff and smashed her face into the rocks. Her mother, Dottie, was choked to death by Becca's father soon after.
