'I cried most of the day': One mom's experience with postpartum depression

PHOTO: Tiffany Jenkins opens up about her postpartum depression.PlayTiffany Jenkins
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(Editor's note: This piece originally ran on Juggling the Jenkins, the Facebook page of Tiffany Jenkins. It has been reprinted here with permission.)

I did not like my children when this photo was taken.

I actually resented them for existing.

PHOTO: Tiffany Jenkins opens up about her postpartum depression.Tiffany Jenkins
Tiffany Jenkins opens up about her postpartum depression.

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, its 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 s----- 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 didn't know. He was gone a lot, working. I couldn't tell him, he'd regret having children with me. I was alone.

One day I decided I wasn't going to get them out of their cribs. I was going to leave them there, let them cry and soil themselves. I didn't care. I couldn't care. I tried to care. I couldn't.

Instead I called my doctor's office. The moment my favorite receptionist answered I broke down in tears. I told her I didn't want to be a mom anymore and she told me, "Come in immediately." I did. The doctor spoke to me about postpartum 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 couldn't fix alone.

My doctor and I fixed it together.

My kids are 2 and 3 years old 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 aren't crazy -- and you need to tell someone.

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