I can barely keep myself alive, and I'm not being dramatic. Two hospitalizations for depression before 30, medication I'll take forever, a brain that periodically tries to convince me nothing matters. Bringing a child into that, knowing the heritability numbers for what I have, wouldn't be generosity. It would be cruelty with a nursery theme. Some of us aren't picking between fulfilling parenthood and a fun single life. We're picking between a stable, careful existence and a collapse that takes a small person down with us. The most responsible decision I'll ever make isn't having a kid.
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