Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Mother

I think that I would make a great mother.

Honestly, I think it's what I was made for.

I am overprepared always.

Caring for others is coded into my DNA.

I would give them my everything.

But I can't become a mom.

I can't pass on this suffering.

I can't watch my children suffer with the battles I've waged since I was 5.

Can't let them see me spending my bad days in bed as I had to witness from my own mother.

I can't fail them.

I can't condemn them to this life.

I love them too much already.

I may be many things.

Mentally unwell.

Broken.

Weak.

Small.

Unsignificant.

But I do know this.

I would be an amazing mother.

I'm already good enough to know that I can never be one at all.