Gemotions

The apartment was a cave, dark and silent. He barely had the energy to eat, his appetite vanished. He’d lost interest in his hobbies, the guitar collecting dust in the corner. Each day felt like trudging through quicksand. A message from Peter, a former colleague. Peter had always been successful, and asked if he could attend his birthday party. He couldn't face people, but he didn't want to upset him.

He went to Peter's party, a lavish affair filled with laughter and forced smiles. Peter, overflowing with confidence, held court, sharing stories of his prestigious role at “Zenith Capital.” He was always busy with deals, meetings, and important decisions.

During a lull in the conversation, he saw Peter's office. It wasn’t a sleek, modern space, but a cluttered, small room with children’s drawings tacked on the walls. It was a space that didn’t fit with what he had been told.