‘I did not like my children when this photo was taken. I actually resented them for existing.’

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“I did not like my children when this photo was taken. I actually resented them for existing.

Kaiden was 17 months old and Chloe 1 month, and I didn’t want to be their mother, I didn’t want to change their diapers, feed them, and most of the time – I wanted to leave them in their cribs and run out the door, never to return.

I’m serious.

I know that some of your jaws are hanging open, and some of you are probably disgusted thinking, ‘How the hell can someone dislike their own children?’ I know, it’s effed up, which is why it took me so long to tell anybody about it.

I remained silent and buried my thoughts. I smiled for photos and mustered false admiration when someone would fawn over them.

I cried often, most of the day actually. I questioned my sanity and constantly berated myself for being such a shitty person. I screamed, I hid, I let them cry and pulled my hair out. I didn’t want them anymore. I didn’t want them.

My husband didnt know. He was gone alot, working. I couldnt tell him, he’d regret having children with me. I was alone.

One day I decided I wasnt going to get them out of their cribs. I was going to leave them there, let them cry and soil themselves. I didnt care. I couldnt care. I tried to care. I COULDNT care.

Instead I called my doctors office. The moment my favorite receptionist answered I broke down in tears. I told her I didnt want to be a mom anymore and she told me to ‘Come in IMMEDIATELY’. I did. The doctor spoke to me about Post- Partum Depression as if he’d had this conversation thousands of times.

Turns out he had. Turns out I was one of MILLIONS of women experiencing those feelings at that exact moment. I wasn’t crazy. Something was wrong with my brain. Something I couldnt fix alone. My doctor and I fixed it together.

My kids are 2 and 3 now, and I love and adore them so much that my heart physically aches when I think of them. I would give my life for them without blinking.

Reaching out for help was the greatest gift I have ever given them as a mother.

If any of this sounds familiar to you, I just wanted you to know — you aren’t alone. You arent crazy — and you need to tell someone.”

Tiffany Jenkins / Juggling The Jenkins

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