I was 17 at the time and my birthday was a month away when I found out that I was pregnant. Me and my boyfriend had been together for a little over a year so he tried to be there for me. As soon as we found out we didn’t even have the discussion we knew what we had to do next. My boyfriend was delivering pizza in his first year of college and I was about to graduate high school and start college. We knew it wasn’t possible but that does not mean it was easy. I am really skinny so I showed in just 2 weeks. So, as soon as we found out we started calling places in Brooklyn & Manhattan for the price of an abortion. Being that we did not want our parents to know we could not use our insurance and had to pay for it on our own. My mother is catholic and would most definitely have made me have the baby. When we first started calling we kept hearing $700-$1100 which was not in our price range, we needed to get it as soon as possible, I was showing. After a few days we came across a place for $350, it was the lowest we could find. So going there was pretty fucking traumatic for me. My best friend and my boyfriend were next to me but it did not make me feel any better. I decided to go with the “at home abortion”, where they make you stick pills up your you know what. I went to sleep as soon as I got home from the doctor. I woke up at 5am that night, I had bleed through my sheets. I was terrified, I looked down and saw huge blood clots and I never felt so miserable. I was in depression for months. No one had any idea what had gotten to me. I coped with drugs and became codependent to my boyfriend. Rumor went around my school that I had an abortion, luckily I wasn’t the only one. It taught me a really important lesson. It can happen to you! The scary and distressful stories you hear can happen to anyone if you are not careful. I also am so grateful that abortion is legal in NYC because if it was not I could not be following my dreams. I know it will be the right time when I’m done with college and I know that I had to do it because I was not ready. I took me 2 years to forgive myself and accept that it really is what was best for me.