Because I was in a long term relationship with someone else at the time, I told him and then after a week or so, we made up and had sex. A few weeks later I realized I was pregnant and just knew it was not my boyfriends baby, so just wanting to be rid of it and all memory of a terrible time, I had an abortion. My boyfriend didn't really ever forgive me even though he himself had not been faithful (another story), and so I lived with shame, pain and remorse.

It's that time of year again. But as the whole world seems to be dizzy with decorating, spending and cooking up a storm, there are others who aren't catching onto the festive spirit. Some are holding themselves back from all the joy floating around in the air. A deep tingling in the hearts of all people, fulfilling a long ago uttered prophecy by the angels to some shepherds during the first noel "On earth, peace and goodwill to all people."

Hi Becky,

I’m writing to day to hopefully inspire one girl, somewhere. I found out I was pregnant a little after i turned 17. I was a run away and heavily addicted to drugs. When i found out i cried for hours and when i told the father of my baby i was pregnant he said "take care of it" as in...get an abortion. I was mortified. That word in my head was not realistic, it sickened me to hear that from someone i cared so much about. I moved back home and stopped all drug use and started researching my options.

Hi Becky,

I’m writing to day to hopefully inspire one girl, somewhere. I found out I was pregnant a little after i turned 17. I was a run away and heavily addicted to drugs. When i found out i cried for hours and when i told the father of my baby i was pregnant he said "take care of it" as in...get an abortion. I was mortified. That word in my head was not realistic, it sickened me to hear that from someone i cared so much about. I moved back home and stopped all drug use and started researching my options.

I've read people’s stories and cried myself to sleep, but that’s not the only reason I've cried myself to sleep for the past 8 days. My wish is that anyone who is thinking of doing what I did, read this and don’t go down the same road.

8 days ago on the 9th of October 2008, I went to hospital to terminate my pregnancy. I had mixed feelings about doing it but I'd played this day over and over again in my mind and I'd told myself so many times in my head that this was what I wanted and this was what was best for us, me, my baby and the father. I just started out at Uni, I’m a few weeks from writing my first year final exams and I fell pregnant. I'd saved my virginity for 18 years until now and before I knew the pleasures of sexual intercourse I fell pregnant. I told myself I love my baby so much I couldn't bring him/her into this horrible place where I couldn't do a thing for them. I didn’t want my child to be a charity case.