I sat there at the hospital, staring at the ceiling and wondering if I could ever accept being a mother.

I tried to remind myself that things will work out eventually, but my doubts remained. I wanted to believe that I could get through this and survive, but I was starting to doubt myself.

I didn't know if I could get over this especially since I was only twenty-two years old. Would I be able to stay strong? Would I be able to keep going and move on?

Would I be able to overcome everything that I've gone through in my short life so far? If I lost all hope...