The way is rough and the road doesn't get better
At least not so far. I still have fleeting moments of wishing I'd never conceived. I cry from guilt and shame, frustration, anxiety, stress, and most of all, broken dreams when I have these thoughts. They don't get better, I just get better at hiding them. I can't wait for life or my outlook to improve. I feel like a sorry excuse for a mom at times like these. I am trying.