I always thought I was solidly pro-life until I found myself pregnant as a 40-year-old recent divorcee with two preteen sons. I learned that it is during times of hardship and weakness Satan comes at us full-force. Sometimes it’s in thoughts of hopelessness or fear. Sometimes it’s in the words of our doctor.
I will never forget the day my doctor told me to have an abortion. “You don’t have to do this,” she told me as she wrote a prescription for antidepressants. “You should get an abortion.”
And it wasn’t just my doctor who wanted me to get an abortion. My therapist of two years told me, albeit gently, “You know, there are options. You don’t have to have this baby.”
I was struggling terribly with depression, anxiety and a relationship with a new boyfriend. My life wasn’t easy, and I had created a lot of the drama myself. I remember my mother agonizing over the news. “Your father and I didn’t raise you like this!”
I felt like a huge disappointment to my parents, my friends and especially God. I knew better. But here I was.
I was fired the day I told my boss about the pregnancy. In fact, I was walked out. No, it’s not that we’re firing you, we’re accepting your resignation. “But I didn’t resign!” I sobbed.
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