I had an abortion, and the guilt and shame almost killed me

I stared at the rows of bottles in the room Marina had ushered me into. I’d been awestruck by the sights in New Zealand over the past few weeks, but nothing could prepare me for this. In the jars were hundreds, if not thousands, of buttons. In any other setting they would have been an impressive … Continue reading I had an abortion, and the guilt and shame almost killed me