I was living on my own in a studio apartment, barely keeping my electric paid and scraping by for food when, after a one night stand, I found out I was pregnant. I knew when I slept with that man I'd made a bad decision and felt grimey, like scum, about sleeping with him before I even left his house. When I found out I was pregnant I was revulsed by my own body. I have never hated myself as much as when I was pregnant. I was afraid of my own body, I couldn't eat or sleep. I went to Planned Parenthood. When I got there they made me feel like I could talk to them. They told me all my options and showed me an ultrasound. They answered any questions I had and made me feel like someone understood when I told them how much I hated everything about myself since finding out I was pregnant. I wanted to die when I walked in that building but I felt good about my options when I left. I felt almost human again. I scheduled an abortion shortly after. They reassured me that my body is still mine, that I didn't have to carry that man inside of me and tear my body and mind apart in pain for the coming months. When I went in for the procedure, they gave me my will to live back. Without Planned Parenthood I do not know what I would have done, but I do know that because of them I was able to get help when I wanted my life to end.