Fourteen weeks pregnant, and my mental health is in shambles. It’s not because of my baby I love them deeply—but finding out I was pregnant shattered the illusion that my life was fine. I’m 19, my boyfriend is 28, and our relationship is a mess. Love bombing turned into alcohol-fueled domestic violence, and now I’m financially trapped.
My home life? A disaster. I’m stuck taking care of my sister’s diabetic cat, bunny, and worm-infested kitten while the house falls apart. My family dynamic is even worse—my dad abused me for years, and my mom still begs me to have a relationship with him. My boyfriend screams at me when I express my fears about bringing a baby into this chaos.
I’m drowning in fight-or-flight mode, desperate to escape and give my baby the life I never had. I wish I could rewrite my choices, but at least I’m waking up to the truth now, before it’s too late.