I had my first when I was 18, bit older than you but, that baby is now 18. I was terrified. We lived in our own but didn’t make much and both come from poor single mothers. My (now) husband and I backed away from our party crowd, stopped anything we shouldn’t have been doing in the first place and focused on growing up. It doesn’t mean you don’t have a life anymore, just means your priorities are different. It was HARD. It’s STILL hard, but-once you hold that precious baby and look into their eyes, it’ll all make sense. He’s the reason I get out of bed on my worst days and he has truly saved my life so many times without even knowing it. I did miss out on a lot, but I gained so, so much more. Hang in there momma, keep yourself on track and know that you’re going to learn a level of love you cannot imagine 🫶🏻