Abortion in Bohol: Untimely pregnancy for breadwinner applying for job abroad (entry # 229)

Hi,

Im Chloe from Bohol.

Im a breadwinner and I applied for abroad, 1 month before my physical exam nabal.an nako nga buntis ko. Mixed emotions akong na feel since wa ko ga expect mabuntis ko and akong pangandoy nga dugay na kaayo nikalit ug katuman.

Am I a bad person ug mas pilion nako ang akong pangandoy nga dghan ug maka benefits including my family? This reality weight in silence, afraid to put it into words, afraid to face what my heart has been whispering all along. But today, I want to speak from a place of truth — not shame, not regret, but love.

So I decided to terminate the pregnancy, i made a lot of research in any platforms then came across a tiktok account telling she can help me to get rid of the pregnancy. So I ordered immediately and and while waiting for it to arrive, ga search gihapon ko about abortion in the Philippines and nakita nako ang Project486, so g check nako ang site then nabasa nako ang mga statements sa uban nga same nako ang situation.

Upon checking and reading some of the stories and comments, I found out nga daghan diay jd ug mga scammer and the project486 even mentioned and posted some procedures and pics of those pills that was purchased by the other women from scammer. So gipaabot nako maabot akong order and to my surprise, ang gipang mention sa website nga some ideas or timailhan that you are probably dealing with a scammer is mao jd ang giijgun sa seller so mao to wa nako g take ang meds pero greceived gihapon nako and then I ordered and reached out to project486.

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I am so glad that I came accross this website, it wasn’t born out of cruelty or carelessness. It came from a storm of tears, sleepless nights, and countless moments of prayer. I made this choice because I believed it was the most loving thing I could do — even if love, this time, meant letting go.

There’s an ache in my chest that words can’t fully hold. Sometimes it’s quiet, sometimes it roars. I think about what could’ve been, about tiny hands I’ll never hold, about the laughter that will only live in my imagination. But I also think about how I needed to choose myself — to survive, to heal, to be ready for a time when love won’t have to hurt this much.

I hope one day, forgiveness finds me — not because I did something unforgivable, but because I deserve peace.

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