Chapter 12

As I closed the book, the weight of my emotions hit me like a ton of bricks. I had poured my heart out onto those pages, writing about the situation that had been plaguing me for weeks. The words had flowed effortlessly, a testament to the turmoil that churned within me. But now, as the clock struck 9 pm, exhaustion washed over me like a cold wave.

I felt like I was drowning in a sea of loneliness and stress. My mind raced with thoughts of the future, of the tiny life growing inside me. My unborn baby, already a month old, seemed to sense my distress, kicking and squirming in protest. I placed a gentle hand on my belly, whispering words of comfort.

"Baby, I will take care of you," I promised, tears streaming down my face. "I will be strong for you, no matter what."

As I lay down, the darkness closed in around me, and I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of my responsibilities. But even in the midst of that overwhelming fear, I knew I had to keep moving forward. For my baby's