Gemotions

The rain lashed against the windows, a dramatic contrast to the hushed interior of the office. I sat with my hands clasped loosely in my lap, feeling the soft weight of my own body. The sounds of the storm faded into the background, the rhythmic drumming almost meditative.

My session was about to begin. I was ready to articulate the issues I’d been facing, to name the fears that had been keeping me up at night. I felt a sense of focus, a steady core within me. I was prepared to be vulnerable, to delve into the harder parts.

The door clicked open, and Dr. Harding stepped in, her eyes meeting mine. Recognition flickered. My childhood antagonist. A profound peace settled over me, a feeling of deep internal ease. All the old feelings were present, but they felt distant, filtered through a newfound serenity.