Gemotions

She'd stopped opening the blinds. Sunlight was too harsh. The bright, cheerful colors of the neighboring house seemed too painful to look at. The new facade was a constant reminder of her own faded appearance.

She was losing track of the days. The constant noise was a dull ache. She made a pot of tea and then forgot about it, finding it cold hours later. She didn't have the energy to care.

She scrolled through social media, seeing photos of her friends' accomplishments and successes. Jealousy burned in her chest, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper feeling, something that weighed her down. The contrast between their lives and her own was unbearable.