I was seventeen when I found out I was pregnant to a boy (also seventeen) who I had been dating for a little over a month. I barely graduated highschool, and had serious depression, anxiety, bulimia.

My boyfriend at the time took advantage of me, did not listen to me, and a month later I started craving blueberries (of all things!).

I grew up in a home surrounded by mental illness. I knew I didn't have the skills or the gene pool for parenthood, but I got married to a manipulative man and we got pregnant twice.

I was in college when I found out I was pregnant. Emotional broken and depressed over a breakup with my boyfriend I sought out a new guy as quickly as I could.

I was 19 and sophomore in college when I got pregnant. I had only been with my boyfriend for a few months, and I couldn't see him as a father.

I'd always known I was not Mother material. I would be the woman you see yelling at her child. The one that you wonder why she ever had a kid.