Dear Christian Sisters and Brothers,
I was okay right up until my baby died. I remember exactly when she left me because I could feel my face fall. I wasn’t okay anymore. Whatever joy I had left was sucked out of me right along with my baby, and I have been fighting to get it back ever since.
That’s when I became the walking dead. Abortion didn’t just murder my baby, it drained life from my soul—and I didn’t even realize it.
My abortion went so “perfectly” that I could have been the poster woman for the pro-choice movement. I had little bleeding. I only had cramps the day of the procedure but not after that. I was still able to have children. I wasn’t depressed. (I was in spiritual bondage, but I wasn’t depressed.) Everyone around me reacted the way I wanted them to—not telling me what to do but supporting me in my decision. My abortion was just as easy as the pro-choice movement advertises.
But as I’ve learned, that’s certainly not the case for all women. Many post-abortive women struggle with:
- drug abuse
- suicide attempts (Coleman 2011)
Why don’t we tell women the risks to their mental health before they choose?
Coleman PK. Abortion and mental health: quantitative synthesis and analysis of research published 1995–2009. The British Journal of Psychiatry (2011) 199, 180–186.