I am a mother who bares severe misery and anguish over dicisions I made with information I had and past experience. I did this for the best intentions and pay a price I can't live with or get past now. I can't seem to crawl out of this tormenting hole, I can't seem to help myself anymore and it feels like there is no sipport for women like me. Somewhere, I know if I can hang on things will right as they should. I am good. I am a beautiful mother.
