I'm mourning the kids I'll never have. I want to put bandaids on scraped knees, make school lunches with cute notes, read stories and watch movies on repeat. but I can't. I know not having kids is the right thing to do, to protect whatever imaginary kids I would have. I wouldn't be a good parent, I'll never be in a relationship, and the world isn't safe right now. but It really hurts and I can't tell anyone but random strangers here and my therapist.