Gemotions

The constant pressure on her chest made it difficult to breathe, a subtle tightness that she couldn't quite shake. The clock on her computer monitor seemed to mock her, ticking forward at an agonizingly slow pace. Each minute felt like an eternity. She was constantly running on empty.

The stack of emails in her inbox seemed to multiply with every refresh, each notification a new demand on her dwindling reserves. The celebratory email from Sarah, congratulating her on the new role, sat unread, a digital landmine. She knew she should be happy for her, but all she felt was a hollow ache.

She reached for her water bottle, the plastic cool against her clammy hands. The office felt like a pressure cooker, the air thick with tension and unspoken expectations. She couldn’t keep pretending. She needed a break.