It all started with being overcome with guilt about bringing children into a broken world...

such as the one that we live in. I remember feeling this way when I had my first and now I feel the same regarding both of my kids - the one that I have and the one that is growing inside of me.  And then my mind wanders into this murky realm where I question my own ability to be a mother.  When it comes to the hard truth, I have to admit to myself that I am not a maternal person. I find zero enjoyment with people being dependent on me. In fact, dependency makes me feel stifled, suffocated, and...

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