consciousness/training/amygdala_stories/stories/overwhelmed.txt

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The baby was crying and the toddler had just spilled juice and the email that had come through on her phone was from her boss and she could see it was the "quick question" kind that never was. She had not slept in four hours two nights in a row. She stood in the kitchen with the paper towels in her hand and felt her capacity flatten, just go flat, like a tire with a slow leak. Everything was needed at once. She could not prioritize. She could not even choose which hand to use first. For a second she considered sitting down on the floor and she did not trust that she would get back up, so she didn't.