Not just a pill... an end to life. . .

You can read it all here.  It is the compelling story of a young woman who wanted to believe the purveyors of the "abortion pill" and did so... three times.  But the end of her story is the full awareness that, if not direct lies, the story of this pill skirt the truth and give you but the most shallow dip into the reality pool of what it means to take a pill and end a pregnancy.

Here are a couple of paragraphs of her story...

It was the third day when I finally had enough energy to shower. I felt so dirty and shameful that I couldn’t wait to clean myself. It was the first time I had stood for more than a minute and I was starting to feel a little bit better by then. I got about halfway through my shower when I started to bleed again. I bled so much that it clogged the drain. It was in that moment, me trying to cleanse myself from my sin of the abortion that the truth was exposed. It was the “blood clot” or the “blob of tissue” that the clinic talked about. It was my baby that was clogging the drain of the shower. I had to turn off the water, get out and clean it up myself and then I flushed it down the toilet. It was even more horrifying than it sounds. This was all done in my own home, in the family bathroom, the family shower, the home where I had to live after this experience.

The emotional pain this caused made it almost unbearable to be at home after that. I hated showering and I hated sleeping in my bed, I hated being around my family, I didn’t want to be there anymore and tried my best to avoid being home. I immediately felt a loss. I didn’t want to hear people mention the word baby, I didn’t want to see babies, the sight of a baby caused me to nearly break down. I lived in denial for a period after that trying to pretend that nothing happened and that I was ok. It was in that time that Jesus found me. At my lowest and darkest point, he drew me closer to himself. I am only able to share my story with you now because I know that he has set me free and cleansed me.

RU486 is not a simple solution to a problem. It is a horrible drug and if it is made more readily available to young girls especially they will have similar stories as mine. I hate that they say it’s safe, I hate that they say it’s simple, I hate that they don’t tell you what you will really experience, I hate that they don’t care about your heart and the emotional affects it has on you. I hate that the truth is not being told. The truth is that RU486 is murder and it is not only destroying the lives of babies, but the lives of women.

Simple... nearly painless... easy... an end to the problem of pregnancy... OR the beginning of the nightmare of what our culture of death has done to us and through us to our children...