I had an abortion last year, right before my 22nd birthday, and it was a whirlwind of a time for me, over coming my mental health crash/breakdown, becoming homeless, financially unstable, the covid-19 pandemic, my parents got remanded to prison and my brother got put into the system. For me, it simply was not the right time in my life.
I never imagined I’d have an abortion, I always thought I’d be an adult and take on that responsibility no matter what point in my life, but when the actuality of being faced with bringing my own child coming into the world, I did not know what to do. I was riddled with guilt for not wanting this child, despite always wanting to have a child at some point. My pregnancy in itself was rough, and in truth so was my abortion, but I felt empowered and free afterwards. To have taken control of my life, to give myself a future and any future children I do have, a chance, a decent chance at life.
