Gemotions

The doctor's words echoed in Maya's mind: "It's chronic." Chronic. Meaning for life. The implication, the weight of it, crushed her. She felt like a puppet, the strings controlled by medication and appointments. She had to take pills. She had to.

She longed for the days when she felt strong and capable. Now, every action was dictated by the clock and her body's unpredictable responses. She needed her friends, her family. She needed them to understand.

In a medical forum, she saw a post. A woman describing the same symptoms, the same struggles. The woman felt alone, too. They began to communicate.