Gemotions

I hated the noise. It was a physical thing, like a hand squeezing my throat. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't concentrate. I couldn't even stand to look out the window.

I tried to ignore it, to tell myself it was temporary, but the sound was always there, a constant reminder of the life I wasn’t living, of the changes I wasn’t making.

I started staying inside more, avoiding the sun, the outdoors, the world. My apartment felt small, claustrophobic. I barely ate. Everything seemed dull, gray.

One day, I just stopped getting dressed. I stayed in my pyjamas. I had no energy to do anything.

I thought about calling my brother, but I didn't. I thought about going for a walk, but I didn't. I just sat.