I entered without thinking. I had all this hope for a great new year with my head up high, passing all my courses, being happy, no stress, and being healthy. Then, things came crashing down. It was positive. Those two lines haunted me for days. The next day, I was bleeding. I remained calm, but it got more heavy. I was told to go to the hospital. I was having a threatened miscarriage. It was like my prayers were answered. I didn't want to be a mother. I was all alone and scared. I stressed about not having money. Sick thing is, I wasn't worried for money to raise my child, I was worried for money to get an abortion. I was not going to bring his child to this world. About a week later, I was in so much pain. I had a spontaneous abortion right in the bathroom of my dorm suite. What I experienced was similar to labor. While in the hospital, I was all alone and I couldn't take being all alone any longer. My mom and brother were in there shortly after. That was the greatest feeling ever. They're my family. They're my world. I'm scarred, traumatized, and changed, but that's okay. I'm healing and making better decisions. Things happen for a reason. I'm happy I didn't have to take a life, but I am sad that my stress killed the little peanut. I'm sorry you didn't make it.