This week I was contacted by someone who suggested an article on the awareness of medical abortions, and why you need to delve deeper into the fact that abortion and being either pro-life or pro-choice is such a huge topic that includes so many sub-categories. However, these categories are either misunderstood or completely ignored as politicians and activists continue to blanket many conditions into one name, ignoring health, religious, moral, and personal issues.

Through a mutual connection, I contacted several Facebook groups made up of women who had to end wanted pregnancies, and asked them to share stories with me via email. I received over 20 emails from women from the U.S. and not, religious and not, who each had a unique experience. Surprisingly, I received statements and stories from several women who have been made examples of in speeches by different senators or representatives, and are perfect examples of why we can't stand as a 100 percent "pro-life" country. These women are "pro" the life of a healthy child, but they weren't given the option.

One contact, in particular, stood out to me, and with her permission, her story is included below. To all of the ladies who were brave enough to share your stories with me, and to those who have had to endure anything similar: you are brave, strong and beautiful. You deserve to chose.

"I want to start by saying I love my children, all of my children, and I hate that can even be questioned now. From the time we found out we were pregnant I had a gut feeling something wasn't right. The entire pregnancy was different from beginning to end. I have four healthy boys, so my worry coexisted with the hope that I could have a baby girl, and that this might explain why my pregnancy was different, but deep down I still knew. I gained weight so fast, which I now know is because I had extra fluid due to the baby's condition. I felt the baby move at 15 weeks, which is very early. I stopped feeling the baby move around 16 weeks. That is when it was done; our baby stopped growing. At our 18-week anatomy scan, we got this life altering diagnosis. This is when my world changed. My husband and I had decided to wait until birth to find out the sex of our baby, but we had talked about names. At this appointment, we weren't going to find out the sex of our baby, but instead we found out that we were having a son, and our son was diagnosed with anencephaly.

I didn't know what this was until I was told my son had it. It is a fatal diagnosis. That meant he would die. Life for a baby with anencephaly isn't life, but minutes, hours -- and for the lucky ones, it is days if they make it the whole nine months and then through birth. I don't remember the doctor listing our options, though my husband later told me that he did. I just didn't hear anything after he said, "I suggest you let us induce you." I wish my doctor would have told us something he could have lived with. I am not condoning killing babies, and I am all for people taking full advantage of birth control. I am now relieved that he suggested it and that we didn't have to come to that conclusion on our own.

We were met by our pastor when we went home to tell our children. He prayed with us and our boys. He told us he would be with us at the hospital. It was comforting, but it was very, very sad. Every time he would pray, I would cry.

God gave me a different doctor that day, one who gave me permission to let my son go. He put my pastor with us, to pray for us and our son and other children. Thirty-two hours after I was induced, our beautiful son was born. He was alive for five minutes. He did not suffer. His heart was beating. We got to hold him and have him baptized, and we told him we loved him before he went to heaven.

Anyone who thinks I did this because I am selfish, or because I don't love God, or because I didn't love my son has never experienced this type of pain. I chose to let my son go because I knew God needed him more. God never gives us more than we can handle.

I should still be pregnant. I wonder if it's my fault he was sick. If I could have done anything differently, or if I could have said something that the doctors would have found more concerning. I wish this could have been caught. Eight weeks. Anencephaly has to be caught before eight weeks for your baby to have a chance at life, and even then there is a slim chance. Most women don't even have an appointment until 10 weeks.

I have always known bad things happen, but not to me. Not to my children. I always thought these bad things were rare and they were just magnified by the internet. But I was wrong. So many babies die every day, for so many reasons. I felt like I was looking at the world through sunglasses.

I am pro-choice because abortion is such a broad term. Being induced is abortion. Aborting an unwanted fetus is an abortion. Aborting a baby due to rape or incest is abortion. Aborting a baby to save the mother is abortion. Abortion is too many things. It falls in too many different situations to be able to say I'm against it. I am pro-choice because I can't be against letting a woman choose not to give birth to her rapist's baby. I can't be against someone not wanting to continue a terminal pregnancy. I am not okay with presidents and governors and Dick, Bob, and Harry who have never been pregnant to make such an important decision for me. "

If you have experienced something similar and would like to be put into contact with a support group, contact me at amyaskedodyssey@gmail.com, and I will put you into contact with the correct group.

Additionally, if you support a cause that you would like us to hear about, contact me at the above email!