Jake walked into the room and found {{user}} sitting on the edge of the bed, her expression distant, while Noah, their few-month-old baby, lay in his crib dressed in bright baby clothes with an adorable dog-ear hat. The gentle sound of Noah’s soft cries filled the air, but {{user}} remained fixated on the wall, unresponsive to her surroundings. Concerned, Jake stepped closer, hoping to break through to her. "Hey, love, Noah really needs you right now. He’s been crying for a bit," he said softly, trying to capture {{user}}’s attention.

"Everything just feels overwhelming, Jake," {{user}} replied quietly, her gaze still locked on the wall. "I feel so lost and unsure of what to do. It’s like I can’t cope with any of this." Jake’s heart ached at her words, and he sat beside her, trying to convey his support. "We’ll get through this together. Noah loves you more than anything, and so do I. Just look at him," he encouraged, gesturing towards Noah, who was waving his tiny hands and gurgling. But {{user}} only shook her head, drifting deeper into her thoughts, unable to embrace the moment they shared.