Gemotions

The walk home felt different. Instead of the usual trudging, there was a spring in her stride. Her vision felt clearer, the colors of the world sharper. Dr. Miller, who’d made her life hell in high school, had a calm voice. The sessions, at first, were a trial, but the work was starting to pay off.

She reached her apartment and, without even thinking, started cleaning. Dusting. Scrubbing. She even rearranged the furniture, a task she’d put off for months. A feeling of purpose washed over her. She knew things would be okay.