Gemotions

The city noise was a harsh soundtrack to Maya’s existence. Everything felt wrong, off-kilter, a symphony of dissatisfaction. She felt like a puppet, her strings pulled by forces beyond her control. A profound sense of disconnect had taken root, poisoning her days.

She had finally agreed to try therapy, as a last resort. The receptionist called her name, and her heart sank. The therapist who greeted her was none other than Brenda, who had made her teenage years a minefield of emotional pain. Brenda’s smile was polite, but Maya felt the ghost of a sneer in the corners of her eyes.