I genuinely wasn’t prepared for how heavy this would hit. Every episode felt like a slow, quiet punch to the chest. No loud drama, no overdone scenes—just real, raw pain. Watching Alex go through that endless cycle of trying, falling, and trying again broke me. She smiled for her daughter while she was falling apart. She asked for help and the world just kept looking away. By the end, I wasn’t just sad—I was tired. Emotionally tired. Because her story isn’t rare—it’s everywhere. And that’s what hurts the most.