At just 15 years old, I faced a heartbreaking ordeal that changed my life forever. When I found out I was pregnant, I was overwhelmed and scared. Instead of receiving support, I was forced to give up my baby for adoption. The people around me made decisions for me, without considering my feelings or wishes.
After the birth, I was sent to what they called a “house of sadness” — a place filled with guilt, silence, and sorrow. It was a lonely and painful experience. I begged the authorities not to arrest the baby’s father, hoping for some justice and compassion, but my pleas went unheard.
This experience left deep scars that shaped my understanding of loss and resilience. Sharing my story is a way to honor my child and the difficult truth of young motherhood under pressure.