Gemotions

The email arrived like a physical blow. Sarah stared at the subject line: “Your Secret Diary – Now Online!” Her shoulders slumped, and a deep sigh escaped her. The apartment felt suffocating, the air thick with an unspoken dread. She hadn't wanted to get out of bed this morning, the covers clinging to her like a comforting weight.

She considered ignoring it, but the intrusive thoughts clawed at her. She picked up her phone, her fingers fumbling with the screen. Her eyes were unfocused as she opened the link. The old handwriting, her words, mocked her now. She felt a profound sense of exhaustion, an overwhelming sense of… *everything.* She let the phone fall from her hand to the couch.