I'm still kind of processing and coming to terms with the fact that I'll never have kids of my own. I'll always be the aunt-through-friendship, and I love my friends' kids so much, but I think in another life I could have been a great mother. In this one unfortunately I'm riddled with addictive tendencies, mental illnesses, and ADHD, and while some of that can theoretically be managed it kind of works together in a way to make managing it feel incredibly difficult. And I get all of these things from BOTH parents, I'm like the purebred Pug of people when it comes to brain chemistry, so chances are if I did have kids they'd have the same issues and I don't think that's fair to inflict on a person. I love kids, I'd really love one of my own, but knowing it can't happen gets me down so much.
TW addiction and mental illness and childlessness I guess