January before the pandemic I fell pregnant, 2020. A man who I loved entirely, although loved drugs more than me. I already knew what I was going to do as soon as I had a positive test, there was no choice to make in my eyes.

I often think about my baby, what they would have looked like or their character. Sometimes feeling regretful for my decision although I believe my choice was the right one, going on to meet someone I could build a life with and raise children in a secure home.

Giving up my baby made room for a happy home for it’s future siblings, and I believe one day I will make the best mum in the best circumstances i can provide and working to be the best person and parent I can be.