Spain: Finding my footing only to lose it all

I remember thinking how odd the light outside was the afternoon I went to Planned Parenthood, like everything was bathed in black light. It was Tuesday, November 10th, so the days were much shorter, but the addition of cold rain dimmed what little light remained at 4 o’clock. This was my first visit to the clinic and the rain should have dampened my spirits as it had done to the fall sky, but it hadn’t. I had thought long and hard about what I was about to do, and I knew I was making the right decision; many people in my situation would disagree with my actions, but that didn’t matter because this was my body and my life. I was ready for my procedure, ready to build a life without this burden, ready to take out my IUD. Continue reading “Spain: Finding my footing only to lose it all”