My abortion story — it’s hard…Part I

“Studies show that after five years, most women have positive feelings associated with their abortion.”

But don’t people feel better about most things after five years?

My story ends with the view that both extreme sides of the issue are wrong, as is usually the case.

Abortion clinics shouldn’t be available next to every Starbucks or CVS, like it’s the equivalent of a daily latte or to stopping in for a new color of nail polish. However, abortions also aren’t the devil’s work, leading to a horrible ending for a potential life. That soul will find another way to come into being.

As far as the topic of when life begins, whatever stage the life was in doesn’t matter to me. As explained by Rosebud Baker, if abortion is killing, I’m ok with it because “stand your ground.” It entered my home without an invitation and was about to take what was left of my mental health and savings. If abortions had been made illegal, I would have been even more determined to get one.

Sitting in the office with the pink walls during my second appointment though, it wasn’t as clear as it is now.

Left alone in the room, the black pill cup sat on the desk. The pill, small enough to fit in a that cup the size of a cafeteria ketchup container, was going to torment me the next few moments, then months, then years. That was the decision.