I was 21 years old when I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I knew that before I made a decision about my pregnancy, I wanted to get information from a medical professional — information that I could use to make the right choice for me and my partner. I remembered that there was a place I had passed dozens of times, right near my college in a working-class town that said it offered help to pregnant women looking for information.

The high court will decide whether Christian pregnancy centers have a right to mislead women.

During my 17 years in political office, I have sat with women from Ohio and around the country. I heard them talk about their experiences that led them to the difficult decision to end a pregnancy. These conversations were hard, tears were shed. But they led me to do what most in Washington, D.C. would consider the unthinkable: I changed my mind.