I thought I got pregnant with my boyfriend, and we agreed that neither of us could take care of a child. He was about to go to prison anyway. As selfish as it seemed, I decided to get an abortion because I could not handle giving away my first-born child at 19.
My urge proved a sort-of spiritual intuition when I discovered at the ultra sound that I became pregnant the night of a party where I was roofied. I concluded that I had been date-raped by a stranger. If I had not gone to that clinic, I would have never realized this. In a sense, I felt that “God” had guided me. The abortion itself was not an easy process, but it made me more aware of my environment(s) and sexual activity. It was a life-changing experience that inspires me to motivate young-adults to be more mindful of their surroundings and lifestyle habits. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.