I was 16. It’s been 3 years this August since I decided to go through with it. When I found out, the days became lost and time didn’t seem like a concept, so I left it a while before fully committing to a decision, the decision was inevitable but I was scared, so I delayed. The relief I felt when it was over consumed me, I remember crying after the procedure, it all changed from there. My days began to make sense and I was able to fill them with other things other than the weight of that decision. I haven’t looked back since, that was 3 years ago.