Gemotions

The office had been a haven, a place of structure and predictability. Now, it felt like a trap. The announcement had been delivered at the weekly team meeting, and I sat there, stunned.

My stomach churned, a knot of anxiety tightening with each sentence. I found myself focusing on insignificant details, the pattern on the carpet, the way the sunlight hit the whiteboard. Anything to distract me from the cold, hard truth.

I cleared my throat, forcing myself to speak. My voice sounded thin, unfamiliar. The world seemed to tilt. I felt a desperate need to escape, to run, to disappear.