Today I am mourning. Or I am enraged. Or I am so very depressed that I don’t know where to begin. Or I want to shake the bars behind the yellow wallpaper until I go mad with sorrow and pain. I want to yell and scream. But mostly, I am in mourning.
The completely unfathomable death of Savita Halappanavar hit the news last night and was all over world news today. The senselessnes. The tragedy. And the absolute and complete horror of a medical system that would dare to tell a woman she was in a “Catholic country” and then deny her the medical care she so desperately needed.
Inside, I am raging. I am seething. And I am weeping. For all the women who have died because they have been denied abortions. For those who have had to seek unsafe or illegal abortions. And for Savita Halappanavar, whose own life ended in unspeakable horror.
It shouldn’t be like this.