I was a teen parent. I was a struggling young girl, lacking self-respect and esteem, among other things. I became pregnant at 17 and had my son before I turned 18. I was a senior in high school. I had already dropped/failed nearly all of my junior year classes. I was lost, engaging in risky behavior and not giving a single F because I was prepared to end my life. Thatâs when found out I was pregnant. My boy saved my life and he may never know the depth of it, but I kept going for him. I temporarily got my life together (with a whole lot of help and grace) and managed to finish my high school education on time, and graduate with my class. I struggled just as much heading to the local college, still not knowing where I fit in, wanting to be a good parent but live the college life at the same time. It took me a lot longer to get my associateâs and bachelorâs degrees - 8 years total, but I did it. Not without a huge support system, a roller coaster of emotions, more bad decisions, and a second baby. I knew I needed those experiences to shape who I am today, and to encourage other people who are struggling to keep moving along. Get help, say no when necessary, and do what is best for you and your future. Every move you make has a consequence, positive or negative. Youâre going to experience some tough sh*t, be heart broken, learn, and grow. Some things are completely out of your control, but you have to keep going. Keep those people close who actually truly care. Just because people expect you to F up, doesnât mean you canât prove them wrong - time and again. The journey is long. The bruises, scars, wrinkles, and change of heart all mean you were there, you fought and survived.
