A suffering
I have a hard time explaining, even to myself, the near constant angst I feel due to abortion.
I try to remember what a normal life was like, before I was gripped by the mass slaughter of little babies. I try to imagine living a normal life again.
But these days I think normal people living normal lives are weird. These days I think I’m the normal one and they’re not.
If I go on vacation long enough, I begin to remember what normal was like. But I can’t stay there. Abortion has changed me.
I don’t dwell on any of this too much. Clearly it’s complicated. But I read something profound today on this very topic, an affirmation. It was in my friend Monica Miller’s upcoming book, Abandoned: The Untold Story of the Abortion Wars. Monica gave me permission to share this excerpt with you, my pro-life friends who can identify with what I’ve been talking about. I hope it helps you. It helped me:






