Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking a mocking rhythm. Writing felt like climbing a mountain made of wet sand. Each sentence a struggle, each word a weight. He had a deadline. He had ideas. He was paralyzed. The apartment felt suffocating, the air thick with the unspoken.

A news article popped up on his phone: "Former Schoolyard Bully Now Practicing Therapist." It was a local feature, showcasing a new clinic. It was Richard. The name triggered a flood of memories. Richard, who used to make him run the gauntlet of insults on the playground. Richard was now a “Wellness Advocate.”

He scoffed. Then, almost against his will, he started to read. He felt a strange sort of...urge to know. He clicked through to the therapist’s website.