JLS Note: Not often have I read a post-abortion story that was filled with such compounded tragedy. The following is such a sad read. Thanks to Lisa for wanting to share, with the hope she can stop someone else from making the same mistake.

Guest post by Lisa

When I was 20 years old, I became pregnant and like many, I was scared and not sure what to do. I listened to family members who told me that I had my whole life ahead of me and that having the baby would “ruin” my life. One family member even told me that I would get big and fat, that nobody (including my boyfriend), would want to be with me and would go elsewhere.

I had an ultrasound at only 5 weeks along and could clearly see the heart beat on the ultrasound screen, as small as it was. I was touched by this and so was my mom (grandma), who witnessed it as well. However, as time went on, my anxiety, uncertainty, and indecisiveness grew.