consciousness/training/amygdala_stories/stories/anxious.txt

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There was nothing specific wrong and also something was wrong. She had been scanning for it since she woke up. The meeting at eleven? No, that was fine. The thing with her sister? They had resolved that. The blood test? Probably nothing. Her chest still felt like something was about to go wrong — a low steady hum underneath everything, making her check her phone too often. She tried the breathing exercise. It didn't really help. She did it again anyway. The day continued, and nothing actually went wrong, and at no point did the hum fully release.