This is a story that will be hard to tell and I am somewhat ashamed. The last year and a half of my life has been hard and challenging.
I have always been the type of person who some may call very independent. Starting the beginning of last year, I started running into real hard times. I made it through some but like they say, pressure burst pipes. It started becoming so overwhelming that it was enough for me to suffer from a small mental break. During this time I found out I was pregnant with my 4th child.
Not one to take this news very well I went into a deep withdrawal, these actions caused me to lose my job, apartment, car, and everything I worked for almost all at once. It forced to move in with my mother in her 1 bedroom apartment.
I put on a smile for my kids got back out in the working field to make sure they were straight. I have no help and the kids I support on my own. I am trying to get back to where I once was and I know there is something better and with faith anything is possible.