Gemotions

The world felt muted, like she was viewing it through a thick layer of frosted glass. Sarah picked at the frayed edge of her sleeve, her fingers restless. The to-do list lay neglected on the table. Each item seemed insurmountable, a mountain she didn't have the energy to climb.

She had been avoiding this for weeks, but the weight on her chest was getting unbearable. She needed help, and her appointment with the new therapist was today.

She was surprised to see her childhood nemesis, Brenda, a therapist. Brenda, who used to make her life so hard in high school. "Sarah, come in," Brenda said. Her voice was warm, but a knot twisted in Sarah's stomach.