I thought at 17 that I was mostly grown, and when I got pregnant, my friend and I went straight to Planned Parenthood, and I had my procedure. I have never been the same. I also swore to myself, and God, that I would never do it again. But guess what? I did it again… I became so depressed after my teen abortion, that I began to use drugs and spiraled out of control. I ended up addicted, pregnant, and alone. I called my mother this time, and was hoping she would talk me out of it. But, here I am – bereft over 2 babies I aborted. It affects every aspect of my life, every single day. I am blessed to be a mother now, but I still carry the guilt, shame, grief, and devastation over the lifelong loss of my aborted children.
And unfortunately, I don’t believe our American society supports women – but instead, tells us it’s okay to destroy our unborn babies. The same group that advocates for abortion, is nowhere to be seen or heard from when the bereft mothers need care afterwards.
