Gemotions

The air was still, and the room was quiet. I sat with my eyes closed, the soft sounds of birds chirping in the distance. The cool air conditioning was soothing on my skin. I felt a sense of complete stillness within.

I was here to explore my inner demons, and I had come prepared. Dr. Harding was recommended to me by my doctor, and I had a sense of optimism about the process.

The door opened, and she walked in. It was Rebecca Harding, my childhood tormentor. I felt a sudden, deep internal peace, a place of quiet understanding. The past felt like a faded memory, and the present offered a strange, unexpected grace.