I've never felt such a great depression and oddly, a calm acceptance in my life.
I won't bring children here if they are bound to be the same.
Suffer the same.
How could I know for sure this will be their fate?
But, also, if I truly love them, how could I even risk it?
I never imagined life without raising a family
But I refuse to make little souls suffer for my dream.
Excuse my French, but ******* anxiety.
I get crippling anxiety and panic attacks sometimes. Even on a normal day I'm a pretty anxious person. I don't know how I could live with myself if I passed this on to them. Almost every day is a struggle.