Sometimes it's easy but sometimes it's really hard seeing photos of people I grew up with their children. The constant reminder that's something is just not right with me. That I'm not worthy of having a partner or even a lover. That somehow the deck was stacked against me in what I thought was a friendly game with loved ones.

It hurts. I cry. I recover. Repeat.

I realise I'm not worthy of any of it. That I wouldn't make a good parent. It truly hurts. But I click 'like' or 'heart' or smile and listen to them talk about their families. I hope none of them ever know how truly hard it was some days.