Gemotions

The city noise was a constant drone, a reminder of the relentless pace of life. Emily sat at her desk, staring at the screen, the cursor blinking mockingly. The deadline loomed, the pressure to perform suffocating. Her creative spark had vanished, replaced by a deep sense of inadequacy. She felt utterly stuck.

Her partner had suggested therapy. She'd dismissed it at first, then the insomnia and the anxiety made it impossible to ignore. She needed help, even if she felt ashamed of it.

She walked into the therapist's office. A sense of unease grew inside her. The therapist's smile was genuine, but her mind was racing. It was Kevin, who’d made her life a misery in high school. She'd seen him change, but the old hurts and insecurities resurfaced. She felt a knot tighten in her stomach.