So, here I was, pregnant, addicted, scared, and alone. He moved on when he found out that I was expecting our child. So long to him, but reality was setting in that our baby, my baby, is not moving on. It's growing every day, inside of me. I wonder what I should do or, rather, what can I do?  My parents lived in another state and were divorced. My family was not the kind you went to when in need.

Having an abortion seemed like the most "obvious" choice, but in my heart, I didn’t believe that it was right. I have always strongly believed that it is wrong for me or anyone to kill an unborn child. Even though my head is not always in the best place for making decisions, I know now that being an addict was wrong but I still have some basic beliefs. I'm still human and this is one thing I was sure of. I didn’t know what to do. The baby was growing and now showing. I knew that I couldn’t keep this baby and raise it. I had my own problems to battle and overcome. Bringing a baby into this situation is not good and I fear, even now, that my baby may have some issues due to my drug use. I would try to stop, but it's just not that simple. Every day was a struggle as I lived my life, my baby was growing too. So, I saw this ad about adoption and decided to give it a shot. I figured that the only thing that they could do was say yes or no, right? I could hang up. I called them and asked questions...Click to keep reading Hilary's story...