Gemotions

Her muscles protested with every movement. Even the simple act of standing felt like a Herculean effort. Every decision felt like a monumental struggle. The research department, once her passion, now felt like a battlefield. She had spent the last seven years in the same office, the same routines, the same pressure to always be "on."

The email came, a simple notification. She was assigned to the training department. A change of pace, the message suggested. She felt a whisper of something like hope in her chest.

The new office was different, the environment quieter. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be the same.