One thing no one talks about about being a parent is that you are constantly having intrusive thoughts about your children dying. Something about the chemical changes in your brain during pregnancy just says, “I know you just had a newborn baby and I know the worst intrusive thought you’ve ever had is sticking your hand down the garbage disposal, but let’s have a constant stream of ways in which you could find your baby dead.”

And it just never really stops. I constantly imagine in vivid detail the thought my of my kid mangled with broken bones from falling down the stairs or I project the memory of finding my dog dead in the road onto my kid while they’re riding a bike. It gets less intense and easier to deal with, but it’s fucked up