On the 17th of October, I ripped out my one month child from my womb with drugs. Felt like the best decision since I couldn’t afford to keep her and her father wasn’t ready.
I feel she would have been a girl. I named her Nessa and every June 12 (that’s 9 months from my last period). I will celebrate her birthday. Her death day too…?
I’m seeing dead babies everywhere and I feel dirty, used, damaged and disgusting. I hope God forgive me and I forgive myself.
I’m sorry , Nessa.