It’s been 24 hours since my abortion. I was pregnant, and now I’m not. I was scared, and now I’m not.
I’m 35 years old and happily married…..but I’m not ready. I don’t want it. I DON’T WANT THE RESPONSIBILITY OF RAISING A CHILD. I don’t want to lose the little freedom I have in this life.
For 2 agonizing weeks, I was screaming. I tried to embrace the new reality. I even looked up baby names. It was something I was “SUPPOSED” to do, right? **WRONG** Those moments were brief, fake and fleeting.
My gut told me I couldn’t go through with pregnancy, birth or parenting. All 3 of those components scared me more than aborting it. I made my appointment.
I had a surgical procedure done (aspiration). I was 6.5 weeks. The workers at the clinic were kind and compassionate. They put me to sleep for only 10 minutes….and it was over. I felt relieved. It wasn’t painful. I puked once on the car ride home (luckily I had something with me). And that’s as dramatic as it gets.
I FEEL EMPOWERED. I FEEL LIKE I’VE BEEN GIVEN A SECOND CHANCE AT LIFE. I HAD A CHOICE, AND I MADE THE RIGHT ONE. I DO NOT HAVE ANY REGRETS. I KNOW WHAT I WANT. I KNOW WHAT I DON’T WANT.
I PROMISE TO FIGHT FOR OUR RIGHTS. I PROMISE TO TELL MY STORY.
