My Spiral Into The Depths of My Own Personal Hell

The day I signed the papers and conned David into it became what I call the beginning of my downward spiral into my own personal hell. I hated myself, hated who I was and what I had become. I was no longer that bright sunny girl anymore-I was worthless, a person who had given away a baby- and I knew more about life than other girls my age.

So I started drinking heavy and doing every illegal drug known to modern man! David and I had split up which was good, but I became the ultimate "BAD GIRL" I didn't care anymore either. I did keep asking about the baby and when he was about 6 months old, they told me his name was Duane Alan. My caseworker told me it was because they wanted me to stop asking questions about him.