There is no English word for the moment when everything is too much and one small thread appears.
You are standing in the middle of a room full of things that need doing.
Nothing is on fire. You know exactly what the tasks are. You are capable of all of them. And you cannot begin.
Then something small catches your attention. A familiar object. A routine motion. One step so obvious it requires no decision at all. And somehow, without choosing to, you start.
The myth gave us the word. We just never...