This testimony was sent by a reader, and shows just how destructive long-acting hormonal contraceptives can be to a woman's health. As usual, my desire in publishing these testimonies is not to promote the practice of using contraception, but to alert women and men to the health risks involved in the use of these unnatural interventions. (More testimonies can be found here: ) Names have been changed and the text has been edited slightly for clarity - Kathy  

False Bipolar Diagnosis

Mine is a bit of a long one, so I’ll try to cut it short. I was in the Australian military when I had the Implanon put in at my request, then soon after I started to have mood swings. These were so severe that I ended up being diagnosed as bipolar, and was almost medically discharged. When a doctor I saw for a discharge medical review noted my diagnosis, and that I still had the implanon in, and he asked me if I knew that it had been known to cause mood swings. I did not know this .. maybe it was on the paperwork with the possible symptoms, but I don’t recall...

Hillary Kieft is a mother and prolife activist from New Zealand. Hillary underwent an abortion as a teenager - a decision she now regrets with all her heart. But the spectre of abortion again struck her family in a heart-wrenching way, many years later, and led her to initiate the call for parents to be informed of the medical procedures provided to their children by schools. Abortion is not, in any way, an ordinary medical procedure. But school officials treated it as such and this led Hillary's daughter to the brink of despair. In this testimony, which was Hillary's submission to the NZ Law Commission, she addresses Jacinda Arden. Prime Minister of New Zealand, who although pro-abortion, is expecting her first child.

26 years ago, I had an abortion here in Melbourne. Even back then, it was quite easy to obtain an abortion. I told the abortionist I was about to buy a business so I couldn't have the baby. That was enough reason for the abortionist to classify my reason for the abortion as ‘mental health’. The business deal fell through a few weeks after the abortion. The irony of this didn’t dawn on me until many years later. I sacrificed my baby’s life for a business that never eventuated. There were no 'sidewalk' counsellors back then. 26 years later, I have suffered indescribable psychological trauma as a result of that abortion.

I remember being a happy child. I had simple joys then. Some toys, some sweets, my playmates, a VHS tape of The Sound of Music, my beloved dog and my doting parents made me feel the luckiest kid on earth. But an experience suddenly burst my happy bubble when I was about nine years old. It was the 16^th of January, a big feast in our small town is being celebrated. It was Sto. Nino’s fiesta (Feast of the Child Jesus). I remember being glad because there were no classes that day. Therefore I was allowed to watch The Sound of Music even if it wasn’t Friday.  

Today marks the 50th anniversary of the death of Martin Luther King. The quote in the image accompanying this post is taken from King's "Letter From a Birmingham Jail."  Written in 1963, its sentiments still apply today to a range of evils that threaten to overwhelm the West: gender mainstreaming, political corruption, same-sex 'marriage', abortion. The following testimony is taken from the book, "King Rules", written by MLK's niece, Alveda King. The book is subtitled, 'Ten truths for you, your family, and our nation to prosper.' Alveda King is now a prominent pro-life activist, and assures those who would appropriate the legacy of MLK to promote abortion, that he was undoubtedly pro-life. The following extract describes Alveda's own tragic experience with abortion, and the pro-life philosophy that pervaded the King household. Note that the after-effects of abortion, as suffered by Alveda King, are similar to those experienced by many post-abortive women.  

This testimony was written in 2015 by my friend Natalie, and describes her experience with terminal cancer. While so many these days are encouraged to end their lives for the flimsiest of reasons, Natalie’s story shows that life can always be meaningful, even when there is suffering involved. This weekend marks an important anniversary for me. It is the ninth anniversary of my diagnosis of terminal lung cancer. I had been sick for several months, with severe back pain and a bad dry cough and vomiting, but many trips to the doctor had failed to provide an explanation. Finally it got to the point where I could barely walk from my pharmacy to the car park.

With bubble-zones in two Australian states and two territories, and abortion advocates lobbying for their introduction in other states, it’s important to realise just how many babies are saved through the intervention of sidewalk counsellors. This story is about one such baby, named Ava. Ava’s mama, Nancy, suffered for many years after her two abortions. She wasn't told there could be side-effects, such as severe emotional disturbances or subsequent miscarriages. Nancy is now a very strong advocate for life and is active on social media exposing abortion and encouraging mothers to choose life. 

This testimony was written by Kirk Barker from the USA especially for The Freedoms Project. His family's story has appeared on Live Action, Save the 1 and on many other websites, and has been an inspiration to many people. Kirk and Chass are passionate campaigners who set up the pro-life organisation, Cameron's Chance, after Chass heroically chose life for their child. Kirk underwent a massive conversion because of his experience and today credits prayerful sidewalk advocates outside the abortion facility with saving his baby.

I would like to share our son Joseph’s story in the hope of helping others who might find themselves in a similar situation. Joe’s journey so far has been one of hope and joy, fear and doubt, courage and trust, tears and anxiety, but most of all LOVE and the blessing of choosing LIFE over death. Joseph is our 11th child; he was born with a congenital heart defect known as Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome (HLHS) where the left side of the heart is too small. He was born at the Canberra Birthing Centre on the 4th October, 2001. We all thought he was a normal, healthy baby just like his other siblings. We were definitely blissfully unaware of and unprepared for what lay ahead of us.

I feel like I have aged a thousand years since June 15, 2015. That is the day videos were released that showed a sting on illegal practices at Planned Parenthood. I have been agitated, upset and at uneasy since they aired. I have hardly slept and my mind has become troubled. I am troubled because me and my baby almost became victims of Planned Parenthood. I say victims correctly because I feel like a victim of rape or molestation due to Planned Parenthood’s unethical practices. I have come to see that Planned Parenthood is an abuser like any other. They use shame, manipulation and deceit like an abuser. An abuser of woman, babies and souls.

stand here today because I regret my abortions and I want men & women to know this road is not one they want to take. I had an abortion because I listened to the young man who said I could not raise a child on my own because I had a future–I still had to go to college. He said he wouldn’t help me. And what about my parents? They would never understand their good daughter’s pregnancy. In my confusion, shock and fear, I believed the lies. I should have realized there was a big problem with what I was agreeing to when he said he would take me where there would be no hassle (otherwise known as “protesters”).

 I grew up in a very broken very liberal minded home. From my earliest years I knew that I was “the missed pill” as my Mother so eloquently liked to put it. My Mother grew up in the 50’s .... She was very young and had a few dalliances with school boys.. Nothing serious but her father got wind of it and as punishment she was sent away at aged 16 to a school in the City which trained young women to be a nurses. Some of the girls there were in the ‘family way’ and we often wonder if this is what happened to our Mum.

In 1993 God began to speak to me about taking the Pill. I had been taking the mini-pill since D’s birth in 1983. I loved it - great contraception and the added bonus of no periods.

How secular was my thinking? No thought of God’s plan for my fertility.

For many, the link between contraception and abortion is clear: when the potential for babies is taken out of sexual activity, then pregnancy becomes an intrusion, an unintended consequence. It becomes something to be avoided at all costs – even if that cost includes taking a life. But sadly, that connection isn’t clear to every pro-life person – even to many Christians. This is the first in a series of testimonies by Christians who rejected artificial contraception because they were convicted by God to grow in faith and leave their fertility in His hands.

Addiction to pornography isn't just a problem for men; many women are finding they have the same problem, especially in this digital age where porn is so easy to access. This article was written by a woman ('Jacquie') who overcame her addiction and received God's healing into her life. Her faith should inspire each of us to seek His healing for addictions and other weaknesses in our own lives.

My story of freedom from pornography and much much more.

From the moment of conception to the time when we die there are expectations placed upon each one of us to look a certain way, to behave in a certain way or to be what others want us to be.

The world's idea of self worth is very different to God's idea.

The world says, "I am who others say I am - based on what I can do, how I look and how much I contribute to society - that equals my worth."

Whereas the Christian Creator God has a different set of rules: "What I am plus WHO I AM  says I am, equals my worth."

This was most definitely the case with me. From a young age I was always trying to be loveable, to be noticed, trying to scramble for love. My parents tried but they were pretty screwed-up human beings who were desperate for love and acceptance themselves. Both my mother and father were angry, and so discord, violence and a sense of threat were also a part of my unravelling family life. Since my parents were not able to provide me with my basic needs, I decided I was going to get my attention and affection from outside sources.

I was sexually abused in some rather strange and sadistic ways by a family member and and as a result, started acting out sexually with my peers from a very young age. My sexuality was awakened way too early and I also masturbated chronically as a child. I felt afraid, unaccepted, unloved and like a plaything for adults. I was filled with shame and always so scared people would find out about my home life and my young sexual addictions.

To add insult to injury, I also had learning disabilities and acted out in class in frustration,   annoying the teachers no end; I now think I was just desperately crying out for help.

At around the age of 12, I tried to start getting the attention of boys, as girls my own age were either jealous of my looks or just thought I was a plain dummy or a weirdo.  In about year 7, I was exposed to pornography through the boys in my street. The boys were looking at pictures of Samantha Fox and they were virtually drooling on the page.

I think it was then I realised the power I could hold over young men with my sexuality. I started to think about what I looked like, how tan I was, how my hair looked, how my bottom and breasts and legs looked, and as soon as I started to become aware, even walked differently. I finally had the attention I had desired for so long. Although this went on from my teens into my early 20's, my nominally Christian background stopped me from sleeping around.

When I was 19, I moved in with a bloke as my flatmate. This bloke was very much into pornography; he was something of a voyeur. For me with my issues of loving to be watched, it was a perfect match. He was very shy and gentlemanly and after a few months of this I ended up seducing him. That 'bloke' and I have now been together for 21 years and married for almost 14 years.

Release from Bondage

Once the initial honeymoon was over his perving and porn used to drive me crazy; I was incredibly insecure and jealous. So in the end I became his porn star, dressing the way he wanted me to, having sex with him however he wanted to, adding sex toys and pornography to our sex life. I was extremely depressed, suicidal, unemployed and going nowhere.

That day, I was having my morning shower and I heard an almost audible voice say "Come back to church, I want to clean you up."

So I listened to that voice and told my counsellor, who recommended a church to me; since that day I have never looked back and the Lord has been 'cleaning me up' ever since.

The Holy Bonfire

One night at church we had a holy bonfire and I took in the pornography, clothing, sex toys etc and put them on the fire. I committed myself to God and I have never watched another pornographic movie or dressed up, or engaged in unsafe sex practices since.

My husband is not a Christian and still engages in all the old behaviours and it is a miracle of the Most High God that we are still together and even that I love him. I pray that he, too, will let the Lord clean him up one day.

For anyone reading this who is still in bondage to this kind of thing, I just want to say God can release you just as He did me.

I, too, was a very messed-up sex-addict who got my worth from how I looked and how much others appreciated that, but bit by bit God has set me free. I believe he can set you free and I believe that one day he will set my husband free and heal our marriage.

May the living God bless you on your journey out of sexual bondage.

In Jesus' name. Amen. "Jacquie." This story first appeared on my other website, Light up the Darkness, and is used here with the author's permission.