When you have an abortion, you feel the loss of control. You lost control over what happened to your body when the life was
sucked taken from you. You didn’t realize what was going to happen, how you were going to feel.
They didn’t tell you what might happen with your emotions. Their only words were: it’s only tissue, its a simple procedure, you will be fine, your life will be back to normal.
A steady cadence of lies.
Only now there is a new normal. A post abortive normal that they never told you. They didn’t tell you that one day you would be overcome by your grief. That if you let it, it would swallow you up. They didn’t tell you that anger would seep into the most unlikely places and you would end up hating yourself for what you did. Not an easy dislike, but a deep, dark, hatred that infiltrated and poisoned my soul.
I have facilitated this study multiple times and I’m still amazed by what I learn. This time around, I still see this loss of control and how that affected me. I look at my life and see how I try to control every part of what happens in my bubble. From big to little things. I know part of it IS my personality, but a huge part of it is this loss of control I experienced with my abortion and the abuse I suffered.
I never wanted to feel that way again and so I promised myself that I would always be in control, I would never let anyone control me again. I allowed myself to be bullied into this decision to abort (yes I still take responsibility for my choice). But after that day, I vowed, I would be the one to decide my fate. It will be my choice.
I am no where near as bad as I once was, but I still need work. Healing comes in stages. It has been over ten years into my journey and I continue to learn things about myself from that one incident over 20 years ago.
This life is a journey not a destination…