I didn’t even know that healing from abortion was something that I needed. I was fine, I did what I had to do at the time. I could defend my decision and no one could tell me that abortion was wrong. Yet, why was I so angry? Why did I secretly feel like everyone knew and was judging me? But…one day, there was a fundraiser at my church and it involved filling a baby bottle with spare change. This random piece of plastic lead me to the most loving and non-judgmental community of women. Women who knew my past and saw something in me I didn’t see in myself. They saw me as valuable, worthy and capable. They saw me with a future free from shame and regret. They gave me hope and an opportunity to pass it all on to others like me.

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