It was a Tuesday morning when I caught myself holding my breath without realizing it. Sitting in traffic, my hands clenched tight around the steering wheel, my jaw rigid. Nothing terrible was happening, the light was just taking longer than I wanted, but my body was acting like I was in danger.
And in that pause, when I finally exhaled, I noticed how often I lived like this: rushing, tense, unaware of the ways my body kept score of my mind’s noise.