Gemotions

The stale air of the office felt thick, pressing down on Clara. The constant anxiety attacks, the feeling of impending doom, were becoming unbearable. She found herself retreating, isolating herself from friends and family. The world was closing in.

Her doctor had recommended therapy. She'd been apprehensive, but she was desperate for some semblance of control over her own life. She had to try. She walked into the waiting room, her stomach twisting with nerves.

Then, the receptionist called her name. The therapist who greeted her was Robert – the quiet, withdrawn boy from her high school, known for his ability to make everyone feel worse about themselves. A wave of dizziness washed over her. She gripped the arms of the chair, trying to steady herself.