Gemotions

The diagnosis had been difficult to process, and he needed a professional. The therapist's name on the waiting room door was *Michael Davies*. He remembered Michael, the boy who had routinely belittled his intelligence throughout high school.

His heart pounded in his chest, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. He felt the familiar sting of long-dormant emotions – humiliation, helplessness. He sat in the waiting room, trying to project a sense of calm he didn't feel.

He took a deep breath, and walked into the office.