I regret having a child

I know how this sounds. I know how people will react. That’s exactly why I’ve never said it… not to anyone. I love my child. I really do. But somewhere along the way… I lost myself completely. My days are no longer mine. My thoughts aren’t mine. My time, my energy, my identity — everything revolves around being a parent. And no one tells you how overwhelming that can feel. Everyone talks about the joy. The love. The “best thing that will ever happen to you.” But no one talks about the exhaustion that never ends. The silence inside you that keeps growing. The feeling of being trapped in a life you chose… but don’t recognize anymore. Sometimes I miss who I used to be. And then I feel guilty for even thinking that. Because what kind of person feels this way? So I smile. I show up. I do everything I’m supposed to. But inside… there’s this constant question I can’t silence. Does anyone else feel this way but is too scared to admit it… or is something wrong with me?