Gemotions

Her attempts to participate in the meeting were met with blank stares. Chloe was in a new department, the executive team. She felt lost in a sea of sophisticated jargon. She ran her hands down her dress, the material offering no comfort.

She missed her old colleagues, her friends, her place within the organization. The pressure to perform was constant and unrelenting. She felt the knot in her stomach tighten as the meeting wore on. The weight of her new position was heavy, and it pressed down on her.

She picked up her pen and began doodling, mindless spirals that reflected the dizzying confusion within her. She longed to go back. Back to a place that felt familiar, safe. The walls seemed to close in, and she felt the slow creep of panic.