consciousness/training/amygdala_stories/stories/hope.txt

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She had not used the word out loud yet, even in her head. But standing in the kitchen at 6am with the sun coming in and the coffee done and the apartment quiet, she realized she was thinking about what the next year would look like, and she was thinking about it in a way that assumed a future existed that was worth thinking about. Which it had not, for a long time. She didn't reach for the word. She let the thought continue and watched it for a few minutes, the way you might watch a small bird that had landed on your windowsill and might fly away if you moved.