Growing up I promised myself that no matter the situation, I would never have an abortion. I even got mad at a friend who chose to have one.
It wasn’t until I was in the situation that I truly understood.

The father of the child said we weren’t ready and it was either I terminate the pregnancy or I raise the child on my own. I turned to my mom and she agreed with him and I was too scared to talk to my dad. What choice did I have?

After I did it, for months I suffered with depression, I looked in the mirror and I couldn’t recognize myself. I drank, I prayed, I talked to people, but nothing seemed to work. There were mornings I woke up and wished I didn’t. I just wanted to die. I just could not forgive myself. I love children but gave up mine for a relationship that ended anyways.