This past summer while I was somewhere floating around in a van on the west coast, I had several really important anniversaries.
July 27th was the one year anniversary of when my life stood still for a hot second and I found out I was pregnant. Thinking about that day makes me feel so many things and I think that’s why I didn’t write about it.
August 9th was the anniversary of when I had the procedure done and August 25th was the evening that two friends saved my life.
A year later things are so different.
Nothing I feel about last summer is the same. I’ve often contemplated taking down or rewriting that post, but I think it’s really important to remember where I’ve been and what it was like while I was there.
If you never read the original post you can read it here.
To close this post I just want to say thank you. Thank you to the people who supported me while I was going through this, thank you to the people who have forgiven me for whatever wrong occurred, thank you to the two people who reminded me that being alive was worth it, thank you to Planned Parenthood, thank you to the people who defend the right to choose, thank you to the people who reach out to me all the time to share their experiences and thank you to the people who read this and shared it with someone who may have needed to know they were not alone. Thank you all so much.