It was a typical evening—my wife was on her iPad while the kids were in bed, or so I thought. I went for a shower, only to hear my son crying for me. When I rushed to his room, I found him crying, covered in red paint and wet from an accident. My wife hadn’t checked on him, and he felt ignored. I was frustrated but soon learned from my mother-in-law that my wife was struggling with depression. She had been overwhelmed by motherhood, losing touch with herself.
Over the weeks, she started therapy and made small improvements. She reconnected with her art and began to bond more with our son. Our family wasn’t perfect, but we were healing together.
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