Nobody could’ve prepared me for the emotional rollercoaster of organ donation—it’s an exercise in managing expectations, of hoping for the best and preparing for the worst. I started this morning feeling all the things. Mostly pain. But also all of the feelings. For weeks now, I’ve been called a hero and showered with thanks, which is weird, because I don’t feel like one. How does one respond? Saying “you’re welcome” is odd, and I tried to turn my hospital gown into a cape but all that accomplished was flashing the nephrologist. Oops.

So just a couple things:
First, a big hug to those of you who have offered your kind words, amplified this for thousands to read, and shared your own stories of sexual trauma, abortion, and ways in which you’re working to combat this attack on women. I see you. And I’m with you. Second, for those sliding into my DMs questioning my motivation for sharing my story, expressing disbelief at the authenticity, and even comparing me to Jussie Smollett 🤨 I’m sorry that in some way you are hurting inside. I’m just a mom with no SoundCloud for y’all to download..

Last year, my husband and I were in Birmingham, AL, scouting potential locations for his psychiatry practice. I was charmed by how hospitable and beautiful the city was...at first. After spending a few days there, I knew it was not a place I would ever want to raise our kids...1/ We were parents of a very demanding baby and excited to be away, just the two of us, for a few days. I had not been on birth control post-partum as I had wanted for my body and my hormones to recalibrate and heal, free of medication. A personal choice and not one made lightly. 2/