Gemotions

The morning commute had been a blur. Now, in the confines of the office, I felt a similar sensation: a slow, heavy drag. Each action felt like an ascent.

My replacement, a woman named Jessica, was already at her station, eager to dive in. I forced a smile. My jaw ached from the effort.

Walking Jessica through the customer relationship management software was a monumental undertaking. My thoughts seemed scattered, my words difficult to formulate. Explaining even the most fundamental tasks felt exhausting.

By mid-afternoon, I found myself staring blankly at my computer screen, the words swimming before my eyes. I wanted nothing more than to curl up in a dark room.