When I was 24, I had been in an unhealthy relationship for just over a year. During that year, I ended up pregnant not once, but twice. I chose to terminate the pregnancy both times, because I was in no way prepared to raise a child and, thankfully, I lived in a state where abortion services were readily accessible. I moved across the country (and away from that relationship) a few months after my second abortion, and in the years since, my abortions have been a source of neither regret nor guilt. I think about them occasionally, usually while reading articles about various lawmakers’ efforts to restrict women’s freedom of choice, and not only do I not feel bad, I feel relieved and thankful I was able to make that choice for myself. I’m now happily married and looking forward to creating a family with my husband – one that’s planned, wanted, and financially prepared for.