My choice to make

I had an abortion in my third year of college. The year before I was committed to a mental health facility for attempting suicide and borderline personality disorder. When I found out I was pregnant, I mentally prepared myself for suicide with methods that would not fail if I was not able to find a clinic that would perform my abortion. Fortunately, I was able to find a place the next day and everyone was friendly and professional. There were protestors on the sidewalk of the facility with their faces covered when I was leaving, but I was so relieved they did not bother me. I remember having Red Robin’s right after. I never look back on my abortion with regret, only with gratitude that I was able to have my abortion. I would not be alive without it.