Even in my committed feminist body, there was an ache to be rescued during early motherhood. (And maybe other times, too, let's be honest.) It felt like so much work to rescue myself. And unfair as hell. So, before I made the decision that I was going to rescue myself (which meant, at that time, pull myself out of depletion, resentment, overwhelm and rage), I had a grief period. I felt such a loss at not having anyone to rescue me. Has this happened to you?