I Had an Abortion at 16

The feeling is truly gut-wrenching

Sitting here years later, I still feel a tightness in my chest when I remember that time.

I was only 16, an age when the world seems endless and the consequences of our actions feel so distant.

I was just a kid, full of dreams and crazy ideas, discovering what it meant to be a woman in a world that isn’t always kind to us.

I remember it like it was yesterday. The smell of summer in the air, hot nights spent with friends, and him — the boy who made my heart beat faster. He was the classic “bad boy,” you know?

The kind of guy our parents warn us about, but who, for some reason, attracts us like a magnet.

Our relationship was pure adrenaline.

The adventures, the craziness, the sex… God, the sex was incredible.

Every touch, every kiss, it was like the world stopped around us. I felt alive, free, invincible. It was as if we’d discovered a secret no one else knew.

We were in love, or at least that’s what I thought love was supposed to be — intense, overwhelming, almost dangerous.

But you know how it is, right? Life has a funny way of waking us up from our dreams. And my wake-up call came on a Sunday morning, with a positive…