Gemotions

The crisp autumn air held no charm for Sarah. She stood on the soccer field, the vibrant green a painful reminder of everything she was losing. "Sarah, you're playing defense now," the coach had declared. Sarah, the team's striker, who lived for scoring goals, now had to focus on preventing them.

She ran the drills listlessly, her passes flat and weak. The constant running back and forth, the defensive strategies, the lack of opportunities to shine on the offensive side, left her drained. She found herself avoiding the celebratory high-fives after a good play, her lips pressed into a thin line. Her dreams of becoming a top scorer felt distant, unattainable, and she found herself constantly looking at the clock.