
Charlotte Dawson, a well-known former judge on Austraila's "Next Top Model," was found dead in her apartment on February 21st at 47 years old. What is missing from the media accounts of Charlotte's tragic death is something she revealed in her book, Air Kiss and Tell, that she had an abortion with her then husband, Olympic swimmer, Scott Miller, because he did not want anything to distract him from the lead up to the Sydney Olympics.
After her abortion Charlotte expalined, "I felt a shift... maybe it was hormonal, but I felt the early tinges of what I can now identify as my first experience with depression."
What follows appears to be years of dealing with depression and suicidal attempts. Although not unfamiliar to many of us who have experienced abortion, it is something that continues to be denied by a society which will not acknowledge the depth of destruction that abortion causes to many those who have had one.
I know from my own abortion experience, the temptation to suicide and the fight against the idea of it is very real. The abscence of hope and the life of despair makes you feel you are damned to hell and you are lefting hating yourself. Any negative experience was just a reflection and confirmation of all I felt to be true, and the despair would go deeper. Depression was my constant companion for many years.
Although many attempts were made to get someone to listen to my feelings, I was always told it had nothing to do with my abortion, which left me feeling even more isolated and crazy. I always knew my abortion had changed me, but yet I was being told by "professionals" that it was not true.
It took the unconditional love of those who would finally listen to me to validate what I was experiencing and support me in my journey to healing. It took me coming to know Jesus Christ, who loved me in spite of my abortion, or as Cardinal O'Connor used to say, because of it. It took a surrender and a trust in the one love that could free me from the bondage I found myself in, along with learning the tools I needed to heal.
I needed to learn my personal abortion connectors so that I would not react to things in the present because of my abortion experience. It took me learning that every relationship argument was not an ending or abandonment, but that people could just disagree.
It took me learning to reach out to those who understood when I wanted to isolate and fall into despair no matter how hard it was for me or how loudly I was telling myself not to. It took me becoming a new person in Christ and learning that He would never abandon me no matter how it looked or what I felt. In time, I learned this was true. Through the grace of God I was freed.
I feel sad that Charlotte probably never found the same freedom. That she was locked in the prison of a past abortion, living with her despair for years, obviously trying to hide it and fill the emptiness instead of being given the opportunity to grieve and forgive and heal.
I pray Charlotte, that in your last moments you met Jesus who is rich in mercy and understands better than we do what happened. May you rest in the peace of Christ along with your child.
If you are suffering because of a past abortion, please reach out. There is hope and healing, not because of who we are, but because of who He is.
Here is something I wrote while going through that time of hoplesseness and despair.

Where Mercy Meets Faithfulness
It is the point of healing. The joining of ultimate pain with ultimate love. An act of complete trust and surrender, a climbing on the cross with Christ there to join mercy with faithfulness.
I can remember the struggles of faithfulness, the searching in the dark to find God, the holding on to His Word because I had tried everything else and I longed to be healed. The movement in spite of the pain, the darkness, the fear, because there was nothing to loose…there could be no greater hell than the one I had made for myself.
I begged and pleaded with God reminding Him of His promises, in spite of me. I worked at chipping my remains away, fighting myself so I could reach a complete surrender.
There were many times when I needed encouragement to continue, my temptations and bouts with despair. Times when I felt I couldn’t go on, but God provided the people necessary to give me the push that I needed, the words I had to hear, the strength to hang on.
I continually pleaded for the saint’s intercession and especially entrusted myself to Mary and Joseph.
And finally, one day alone with Jesus, because He is the only one who can heal, I trusted enough to climb on the cross, to be one with the pain and love that exists there and to allow that love to fill the deep wounds that I had.
There, His mercy met my faithfulness and I finally felt healed of my abortion. I suddenly understood so much of scripture. So much of it was then fulfilled in me, such a gift given. I felt like Mary Magdalene at the foot of the cross. Immense love had taken on immense sin and had washed away its stains.
To be sure, the process of healing from abortion is painful and delicate, but with the right help and trust in God even if not “felt," it is possible. Jesus in His mercy longs to heal us…we in our faithfulness need to persevere.
Theresa Bonopartis