My name is Gabby, 

And I chose to have an abortion when I was 22 because I was embarrassed to be pregnant. I had a 4 year old at the time and I felt shame because of the judgement from my family. 

I chose to go to a facility called Trust Women in my city. It was in a low income area and it was a discreet location. 

I had just dropped off my son at Kindergarten and then I arrived. Checked in. And waited. When I got called back, I had to wait in a room where there was a board of women telling each other how proud they are of each other and how it takes strength to have an abortion. Sometimes I wish I could go back and leave a note that says I regret my abortion and I wish I would have kept my baby. 

Finally, got called to a room for the pre-counseling. I remember it was a young lady maybe 19 who asked me questions. Was I being coerced? Was this due to rape? Am I consenting? I never got asked if I have doubts and wanted to keep my baby. I felt like I was belittled by a young women who was not a doctor, or psychologist. You would think they would bring in professionals for such a traumatic and deep decision. 

When the pre counseling was done, I was taken back for blood draw to confirm pregnancy and then sent to the room for the procedure. 

The abortionists walked in. I was given an ultra sound to confirm heartbeat. I didn’t hear it but it was on the monitor. She confirmed and then handed me the first pill. 

I took the pill in my hand and then just sobbed. My heart was just broken. I felt the immense weight of my decision on my shoulders. There was no looking back. I couldn’t hold in my tears or my emotions in front of the abortionist. She patted my back like it was no big deal. She had no compassion. Like I was just a number. Like she was ready to yell NEXT. It was so strange. I didn’t realize until years like it was demonic. She had no remorse for those babies blood on her hands. 

For years, I dealt with depression, and alcoholism. I remember laying on my bed, with my 4 year old running around in the morning playing with toys and all I could feel was pain and shame. I couldn’t even get up most mornings. My now husband remembers everything about my story, as I met him two months after my abortion. I never felt relief, not once. 

Because of God’s healing power, I am no longer living in pain. I went through a bible study a few months after I met Jesus and he radically healed my heart.

Because of the Abortion Industry, I have been told to stay silent. That me and my baby have no voice. This is why I have devoted my entire being to fighting for life, women and children. And that’s why I am not silent no more!