Another peek at Marla's session and story today: “'I remember taking Maize out for a walk and I worked at a little coffee shop at the time. One of my co-workers came out and asked, "Oh hey, how's your baby?" and looked at her and looked at me and asked, "How are you doing?" and I said I was good, even though everything felt off. I wasn't connected to everything that was going on. It was a strange feeling, it was scary, and I could tell by the way he looked at me, so… concerned, that I wasn’t okay. It was like when something traumatic has happened, like you found out that someone's going to die, and you're wondering why everyone's just going about their life like normal when you know this terrible thing. I never felt like hurting her, but it was so tiring. I didn't have any resources, there was no internet. I went to the library and read everything I could, but I didn't know that [postpartum depression and anxiety] was a thing.' Between hallucinating, being dirt broke, and in a constant state of anxiety – scared, tightness in her throat and chest, wanting to be comforted, but not finding solace anywhere – Marla was terrified and alone. Add in the stigma of her tattoos ('I was just stereotyped as a shitty person and a bad mom'), and even the medical community failed her. And her husband was always gone, was always somewhere else."