In September, I made the wrong choice of aborting the baby that could have saved my life. She would have been gorgeous or handsome like her father. I can’t let it go. I hate myself. I fucking hate myself,
The only way to begin a journey toward redemption is to accept your terrible mistake and begin to fight for the lives of other children being carried by mothers who may be in the same state of mind that you were in when you killed your son or daughter.
Every life you save could be dedicated to the life of the child you destroyed. Don’t let your child’s death have been in vain. Take a stand against the cruelty of human abortion and protect the most vulnerable and defenseless among us. Only then will you begin to truly heal.
They desperately need your voice.
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