The only reason I was born is that my mother was severely depressed. She had very low self esteem and thought no one else would ever want her so she settled with my crazy abusive father (they split up soon after I was born). And here I fking am 20 years later, son of a psychopath and depressed no self esteem girl. Pretty nice personality mix. The depression is coming back for what belongs to her. I cant escape. My mother says that having kids got her out of depression but that option is kinda unrealistic for me since I have not even figured out how to talk to girls without shitting my pants yet.
share your suicide story
Report Post
Please log in to report posts
2 comments
I will never be able to comprehend why depressed/mentally ill people choose to have kids. It’s like: quit passing your suffering onto poor kids that didn’t choose this shit.
Depressed people having children brings a few thoughts to mind. Passing that pain to another, either by nature or by nurture, seems unethical.
Without a doubt your presence gave your mother a distraction from depression but she still would have had depression and depression issues just the same.
I once married and used a wife to, among other things, escape my depression. It worked for awhile as a fine distraction but afterwards we both regretted the relationship as my depression eventually returned. My depression never really left me, I just passed the misery on to her and an innocent child. I did them both wrong.