Gemotions

The job interview had been a complete train wreck. He'd stumbled over his words, his hands had sweated, and he'd left feeling like a complete fool. He kicked a nearby trash can, sending it clattering across the sidewalk.

He’d been struggling with debilitating social anxiety, and a friend had suggested therapy. The therapist's name? Mark Henderson. The name struck a chord, a very unpleasant one.

He remembered the constant teasing, the public shaming, the crushing weight of his inadequacies, all courtesy of Henderson. The idea of revisiting those old wounds under his watchful gaze was nauseating.