Gemotions

Her voice, usually clear, faltered as she explained what had happened to her therapist. The incorrect diagnosis had sent her spiraling. The medication, the side effects, the terrifying feeling of losing control. It was all a mistake.

She spent days, curled on her couch, unable to muster the strength to get up. The curtains were drawn, shutting out the world. Her body felt heavy, her mind muddled. She wanted to disappear.

She picked at her skin, a nervous habit that had resurfaced. Sleep was elusive, haunted by nightmares. The world had lost its color. Each day was a chore, the future a vast and unknown wilderness.