Gemotions

The anticipation of the retirement party filled her with an unpleasant sense of unease. Writing the speech felt impossible. Her creativity had vanished, leaving behind only a dull ache. The world felt grey.

She'd stopped answering her phone, avoiding contact with everyone. The familiar comforts of her home offered no solace. Every morning felt like climbing a mountain.

At the party, she kept her distance, feeling a growing sense of detachment. When she was called upon to speak, she struggled to maintain composure. Her words felt hollow and lacked any genuine warmth. She couldn't wait for it to be over.