I remember waking up one morning feeling this pit in my stomach. I had lost everything. My home, my family, and the future I had envisioned. I just couldn’t imagine how my life could get better. I had absolutely no support system. Everyone that had promised to be there for me had turned a blind eye. I was completely alone. Not only was I drowning in depression but I had severe PTSD. I could not see a light at the end of the tunnel.
I was fourteen and pregnant. I had to do what was right for my unborn child and myself. I could no longer live in the dangerous situation I was in. But by speaking up I was risking everything. I was about to be all alone with a child in tow.
How I could pick myself up and move on from that moment? I asked myself that question on a daily basis. I had no idea how to better my life. I was angry and hurt. I can tell you that before I started making those positive decisions to better my life I made plenty of bad ones.
Eventually there were people who stepped up and showed me what a positive life could look like. Something that I could get excited about. I finally had a future to look forward to. I never gave up and to this day I am still battling. I now have a beautiful life. But everyday I keep pushing to give my kids and I everything that we deserve.
I think about all of the negativity that I grew up with. I want so much more than that. I want my kids to experience what it’s like to have a healthy life. I want a healthy life. I will always fight for that. At one point I was a teen mom in foster care. I had absolutely no hope left. But one day I finally got the courage to start fighting. If I hadn’t, I have no clue where I would be today.
I am a warrior. I am strong. I am a survivor.