I sat on the floor of my bathroom, anxiously awaiting the test results. My mother was on the phone, reassuring me that everything would be fine. I knew something was wrong, though. My period was about two weeks late, and my period always arrived like clockwork.

Always.

The worst game is the waiting game

As I waited, the impossibility of the situation flooded my mind. I'm only 22, I don't have a stable paycheck and I'm in the middle of graduate school. This cannot be happening to me. As the two lines appeared on the pregnancy test to indicate that I was, in fact, pregnant, the impossible became real.

My choice to get an abortion was not a difficult one. The only difficult aspect was the anti-choice stigma and the barriers to health care in my home state of Texas that often disproportionately impact low-income and Latinx people. In addition to those barriers, I didn't even know