Gemotions

The drive to work was a torment. He'd grip the steering wheel so hard his hands ached. The radio, once a source of comfort, now blared in the background, a cacophony of sound. Each day felt like he was running a marathon.

He started experiencing physical symptoms, headaches, a tight chest. His appetite vanished. He found himself avoiding social gatherings, the thought of small talk exhausting. The promotion cast a long shadow, eclipsing everything else in his life.

He'd pace his apartment, running through scenarios. One second his confidence would soar, the next, he'd be consumed by doubt. Sleep was a luxury he could no longer afford.