Marina never woke up one morning and decided she no longer mattered. No woman ever does. Losing yourself doesn’t happen through a single choice — it happens through thousands of tiny ones.

It’s the slow erosion that comes from surviving instead of living, from prioritizing everyone else until there’s nothing left for yourself. Even then, it happens so quietly you barely notice the change until years have passed and you no longer recognize the reflection staring back at you.

For Marina, the unraveling was subtle. It didn’t arrive with dramatic breakdowns or tearful confessions. It happened in the small sacrifices she made every day — the kind mothers