Why You're Still Invisible to the Ones You Love

Fourteen years ago I sat on a cold, tile bathroom floor and stared at a positive pregnancy test. My hands trembled. Even then I knew the pregnancy test was an eviction notice from the only life I’d ever known—a life of vomiting after every meal and blacking out on nightly booze binges. It was a life I despised, but feared giving up. My first thought was: I can’t become a mother. I am broken and alone. I cannot mother another person, all I do is hurt people. But then these thoughts...

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