As I look at my baby girl I can’t believe she is mine. She is the most perfect little being I’ve ever seen. Then I think, I hope I don’t fuck her up…how is she going to be ok with me as a mom?

I feel like I’m spinning out of control. I can barely stay conscious enough to take care of her let alone myself. How am I going to do this?

Am I good enough for her?

Would she be better off growing up without me?

These are the thoughts that race and spin through my mind as I stare at this perfect baby girl…

All I want to do is sleep…

More tomorrow…