This guest post is by Jessica Lambert-Villa, a birthmother.
I was 19 years old and had no direction in my life besides going up another year in age.
I worked at a local coffee shop that served everyone from wandering vagabonds to pageant queens .
I admired them all. They all seemed to have a purpose or passion that drove them to get out of bed everyday while I contemplated more than enough reasons to stay in bed.
I never made my own footsteps, only followed down the trudged path.
That path lead me to a dark valley that I never thought I could escape from. But I did.
My journey out of that dark valley started on the morning I found out I was pregnant.
I cried. I hyperventilated. I panicked. I was flooded with thoughts and drowned in fears.
“I have to get an abortion,” I told myself. “I can’t do this. How could I do this? Maybe I won’t tell, no one will know. One quick painless procedure right? That’s what I will do, its a perfect plan.”
The only problem was I didn’t want an abortion.
But I also didn’t want to be “just another pregnant teenager”. Continue reading