Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the office felt like a cage. Sarah’s leg bounced with frantic energy. She’d been waiting for an hour. An hour! The woman at the front desk had a soothing voice, but it offered no comfort, no solutions. She looked at her watch again. Still nothing. The silence was deafening.

Her mind raced, replaying scenarios, arguments, and disappointments. She needed help. Now. She couldn’t handle another second of this slow burn.

The door opened. Standing there, her former tormentor, now a therapist, with a calm, inviting smile. A flash of pure, unadulterated frustration ignited within her.