Mary is in her room, reading the Bible.  The Bible is super interesting.  The Bible is so much more interesting than the pervasive wrong feeling in her head.  Her assignment for her sub's Bible study group this week is practicing gratitude, and she's currently endeavoring to do so without lying to herself.  She is grateful that she can get away with being alone when she reads the Bible.  She is grateful that the Scripture is distracting.  She is grateful that she might be able to get away with sneaking out to the library in a few days and reading something she hasn't read like twenty million fucking times okay this is against the spirit of the exercise.  The fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control...