Gemotions

He hadn't been able to eat all day. The information, gleaned from a misplaced email, had sent a shockwave through him. His stomach churned. The very idea of food made him nauseous. The feeling was a combination of anger and defeat.

The thought of his upcoming performance review, usually a source of anticipation, now filled him with dread. He dreaded the small talk, the forced smiles, the hollow praise.

The evening seemed to stretch on endlessly. He lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling, replaying the scenario in his head. The weight in his chest grew heavier. He felt a deep sense of wrongness, a profound sense of being undervalued and dismissed.