Hello. My name’s Kiara. I'm begging you for some understanding and... help.
My story isn't easy to swallow. Many of you will judge me. I do care about it, but I got used to it. Especially since my parents kicked me out of home at the age 17. I’m 41 now. I got a good job, thanks to my boyfriend, so cheerful and kind man. I guess I can say he saved my life. Because till the age 36, I used to be a drug addict. I'm happy to get rid of this constant chaos in my head. I'm still visiting my therapist three times a week. But it can be too hard. These flashbacks. They haunt me in my dreams or when I'm alone. Sometimes I'm afraid all that is happening now, my boyfriend, a good job is just a perfect dream, which can end up right here, this moment, and I'll wake up at the shooting gallery in this endless nightmare. And the worst thing is to recall about my lost child. I was so young and so stupid that I accidentally got pregnant. I can't even remember when it happened. I just woke up one morning and noticed that my belly was enlarged. I didn't think much of it and just got high. Again. Oh God, I wish I had never been born. After a month, I guess, I woke up in my own blood with a little red clod between my thighs. It was a baby corpse. God...
Anyway. I do repent now. Really do. I'm so sorry for being so stupid. I am sober for five years. My boyfriend knows about what happened. He accepts it. I love him so much you can't even imagine. We talked much about it and decided to have a baby. We tried to conceive for almost two years, but it never happened. I don’t know, maybe it is because of that.. accident. You would probably think I deserved it. And you will be absolutely right. But if you have a little bit of pity, please, advise me. I don't know what to do. I just want to become a normal person.