She grinned.

“I’ll text you when I get there.

And if I change my mind, I’ll come home.”
When she returned, she told me about a woman who had spent weeks recovering while her husband managed the baby but forgot that she needed company too.

Another had struggled to ask for help because she felt pressure to appear grateful and cheerful.

None had experienced exactly what Maya had, yet she recognized the isolation in their stories.

“For the first time, I didn’t feel like I had to prove how terrible it was,” she said.