Several times an hour, without being asked and without anyone noticing, your body takes one long slow breath and lets it out. Nobody taught it this. It happens mid-sentence, in queues, in sleep — a small automatic reset that has been running your whole life.
In a body that can feel completely ungovernable, that is one of the few dials that answers to a hand on it. Not a cure and not a trick. Just a place where the automatic and the deliberate happen to overlap, which is a useful thing to know about on a day when nothing else appears to be taking instructions.