Well when I was born I was two months premature. I born in a very, very small town (less than 3,000 people) so I was rushed with my mom to one of the bigger hospitals not far from the town. I stayed there for two weeks in the intensive care unit. The doctors didn’t think I was going to make it out of there, my family had the priest come in and read me my last rights and baptize me earlier than most kids getting baptized.
My family has medical history on both sides that could fill a book. While I may have severe depression sometimes wish I were dead, sometimes I may even pray for it, I don’t think I would change what happened. I’ve had bad things happen to me but I’ve had good things happen to me too. If I fell in love with the right guy, and were married to him and we could financially support a child I give it serious thoughts. I may be slightly frightened and uncomfortable with children but in the right situation it could happen. I can’t say no it will never happen, though it’d more than likely not happen.
My grandma had serious health issues (not schizophrenia but other issues). My mom has a couple of serious issues, and I have my own issues. No matter who you are you have issues whether big or small no one’s life is perfect. The only reason you should have a child is out of pure love with your spouse and the realization that this is a precious life you are bringing into this world. They will have their own problems to deal with which may or may not be from heritage. But you never know what that child may bring into this world. It may be one that could solve the hunger crisis, or find the cure for whatever disease her or she may develop in life.
Look at Stephen Hawking, he has such a brilliant mind despite his condition. I don’t think his parents could ever say they regretted bringing him into this world.