Welcome to the Salon
A Morning That Didn’t Spiral: A Real-Time Example of Responsive Choice
There was a time when a morning like this would have derailed my entire day. The kind of moment that used to trigger panic and raised voices. But this morning, something different happened—not because I'm healed, but because I've been practicing.
When Solitude Became Medicine
My "year of solitude" wasn't actually solitude. I've been isolated, but I wasn't alone — not in the sense that matters. True solitude isn't "I didn't see my friends for a year." It's "no one needed anything from me for five straight days."