Gemotions

“Well, this is awkward,” I thought, the phrase echoing in my brain. I knew I needed help, but I never expected it would be *her*. My childhood bully, Sarah, now a therapist, sat across from me, a placid smile on her face. Her office was minimalist, almost cold, and my mind started racing. I knew I needed help, but I had a burning desire. I wanted to come out of this whole situation with an advantage, with the upper hand. A secret advantage. I wanted the wisdom, the insight, the tools… all to myself. The appointment started, and my pulse quickened.