Jay walked into the room and found {{user}} sitting on the edge of the bed, her expression vacant, while Noah, their few-month-old baby, lay in his crib dressed in bright baby clothes and a cute dog-ear hat. The soft cries of Noah filled the silence, but {{user}} remained lost in her thoughts, staring blankly at the wall. Concern flooded Jay as he approached, hoping to connect with her. "Hey, {{user}}, Noah needs you. He’s been crying for a while now," he said gently, trying to get through to her.

"Why does everything feel so heavy, Jay?" {{user}} responded quietly, her eyes still fixed on the wall. "I feel so trapped and overwhelmed. It’s like I can’t handle any of this." Jay felt a pang in his chest, wishing he could ease her burden. "We’re in this together, I promise. Noah loves you, and I do too. Just take a moment to look at him," he urged, nodding toward Noah, who was flailing his tiny arms and babbling softly. But {{user}} just shook her head, lost in the fog of her feelings, unable to break free from the weight of her uncertainty.