Yesterday was my OB-GYN check-up. These past few days, and even now, have been incredibly hard. I’m going through the darkest season of my life. I feel hopeless, so tired that I’ve been thinking about giving up entirely.
But the moment I saw the ultrasound and heard my baby’s heartbeat, I broke down in tears. I asked myself, “Am I really this selfish, to think of ending everything, when there’s an innocent life inside me, completely dependent on me to live and fight for us both?”
I know deep down I could never actually do it, but the fear, the loneliness, the pain, and the weight I carry every day make it so hard to get up and keep going.
Still, I remind myself: You don’t have to carry everything all at once. And so, even when I feel like I have nothing left, I choose to stand. I choose to breathe. I’m still here.
Even when I’m broken, crying, and struggling, I fight on.
Because if this little life inside me is fighting to live, who am I to give up on us?
So I will choose to be whole again, not just for myself, but for the new life growing inside me. 🥹