Re-Entry
Going back to work felt like jumping into a river she wasn’t sure she could swim.
The fluorescent lights. The small talk. The endless emails.
She wore lipstick and smiled on cue.
But under it all, Mara was holding on.
One day, during a lunch break, she found herself in the restroom stall, heart racing.
Old panic. Familiar edge.
But this time, she breathed through it.
Didn’t run.
Didn’t shatter.
She washed her hands, met her eyes in the mirror, and whispered, “Still here.”
And somehow, that was everything.
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