I remember I used to enjoy life. The thought of children although scary was also thrilling to have a little mini version of you to chase around as giggles fill the air. What happened to me? I look outside and I’m scared. I look at my children as they hold up their arms for me to care and I think I wish I could feel and I know that I should. I know that I love them and I say it to them but I wonder if they feel my love when I don’t feel it. What happened to me?