The Cry of My Heart

When my mother took me for my first abortion at age fifteen, I thought my problems were over. Little did I know that was only the beginning of a life filled with depression, guilt, shame and poor choices. Fearful that someone would find out what a terrible person I was, I kept my dark secrets to myself for decades. The ugliness within only grew over time, spilling over in to my personal life. Not feeling worthy of anything good or nice, I made bad choices in relationships. Suicide entered my mind several times as I reasoned my two children would be better off without me. What was missing in my life, and making life so painful?


One day I talked to my son’s counselor about myself. He asked me one very important question. That question literally changed my life, and opened doors to wonderful places I never knew existed.

Join me on my journey to find hope, peace, and love.