Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across her bedroom. The world felt blurry, unreal. She was grasping for something, anything, to ground her. She needed the comfort of a guiding hand, a gentle word to soothe the internal chaos. The text, a cry for help.

She meant the message for her crisis hotline contact, the only person she felt safe confiding in. However, she accidentally sent it to her demanding, emotionally unavailable mother. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

The inevitable reaction would be a lecture, a recitation of her perceived failures. The feeling of being small, insignificant, rushed through her. She felt like a child, completely at the mercy of the adult world. She felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.