I am strong because I fell pregnant with my first son at 14 from sexual abuse. After being physically abused and pushed down a flight of stairs I lost my son at 17 weeks gestation, I was torn. I went off the rails and off the grid, developing a drug addiction and experiencing the worst drop in my mental health yet.
I am strong because I fell pregnant with my second son at 15 to my abuser. I left him at 14 weeks pregnant after he tried to punch me in the head and stomach, chasing me down the street.
I am strong because after a year of emotional, financial, physical and mental abuse, I now had a reason to be strong and a reason to stand up for what I knew I deserved.
I am strong because I beat my drug addiction for the sake of my unborn.
I am strong because I met my husband a few weeks later after moving across the country to get away from my son’s father.
I am strong because I endured endless phone calls and messages of abuse and threats of violence.
I am strong because I went through 12 hours of labor and two weeks of slow labor without drugs and gave birth vaginally to a 7lb 11oz perfect little boy after being told my hips wouldn’t accommodate him and I’d need a c-section.
I am strong because I have made it seven months exclusively breastfeeding despite my lack of support and the teen mum stigma.
I am strong because I’m loving motherhood at 17 without my abuser and with the support of my husband.
I am strong because I am beating severe postnatal depression and not letting it control my life or what kind of mother I am.
I am strong because I am now strong enough to stand up for what I know is right and for what I deserve!
And its all because of my rainbow. Without him I would have died long ago.