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I feel as a former Christian, I have a moral obligation to get my act together and start praying for Ukraine. It’s saddening just how fast their freedoms were yanked away. I’m not an innocent person. I’ve been out partying and stuff so the unChristian side of me feels like abortion should still be legal in case I ever relapse in drinking and make a HUGE mistake and become a failure. I suffer from mental illness but I feel like I should have the freedom to believe what I know to be right. I hope and pray I never follow through with the ideologies of this world. Mainly because I know what abortion is. The other side of it is knowing that a doctor tore limbs off of an innocent soul and placed scissors in the skull to cause a horrible, agonizing death of an innocent, tiny baby.

I have been on the side of fear. The fear of an unplanned pregnancy and I see how people want to make a choice to have the easy way out. But while some people have not regretted it, there are many others that have echoed the same thing. “I was never the same.” My grandma received a phone call of someone who had an abortion and she was crying on the other end of the phone, “I just want my baby back!” She was dripping breast milk after her abortion and said they didn’t give her anything to clean her breast milk. As the years go on, perhaps would be mothers become hardened and tell themselves they don’t regret a thing. But something changes in a woman afterwards  Everyone knows when someone announces a pregnancy that it’s not a clump of cells. Everyone says “Congratulations on your baby!” 

So what if they are handicapped? I am and guess what? I lived. Quite frankly, I enjoy living too. I was born premature, I weighed one pound, seven ounces. I was the age and weight where many parents quietly ask nurses to let their babies die. It’s sad because they miss out on a beautiful human. It’s the discrimination that I have felt as a handicapped human being that wears on me sometimes but I have friends and family that love me. Other naysayers opinions really shouldn’t matter. 

What about rape? My dad was a child of rape and he still lived. His mother was hurt having to tell him but she doesn’t regret having her son. If a mother carrying her rapists’ baby cannot handle it, there is the option of adoption.

I wish I could adopt. I really do. Especially in the wake of this Roe vs Wade being overturned. Can I be honest? I don’t think it’s going to last - at all. The Pandora’s Box has already been opened. But if a few lives are saved then maybe it’s worth it.