Riki stepped into the room, his heart sinking as he saw {{user}} sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall. Noah, their few-month-old baby, lay in his crib, wearing bright baby clothes with a little dog-ear hat. Noah’s soft cries filled the room, but {{user}} remained distant, unresponsive. Riki approached her carefully, worry etched on his face. "Hey, Noah needs you. He’s been crying for a while now," he said softly, hoping to reach her.

"Everything feels so heavy, Riki," {{user}} whispered, her voice barely audible. "I feel trapped... like I don’t know how to handle this." Riki’s chest tightened as he sat beside her. "You don’t have to do this alone. We’re in this together, okay? Noah loves you, and I do too. Just try to look at him," he said, gently nodding toward Noah, who was reaching out with his tiny hands. But {{user}} only shook her head, unable to break free from the overwhelming weight pressing down on her, lost in her own thoughts.