This is a guest opinion column

As I held my three-week-old daughter in my arms, I felt a gratitude so profound it almost startled me. The weight of her tiny body against my chest was everything I had hoped for and yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I had expected to be here 13 months earlier. That gap between the child I held and the one I lost never fully disappears. It’s where joy and grief sit side by side, and it is where the reality of my abortion lives.

Abortion is not one story; it is many. Sometimes it happens in crisis. Sometimes inside love and planning. While policy debates reduce abortion to talking points, film can return complexity and empathy to the conversation. What unites these stories, what is often missing from public discourse, is humanity.

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