30th August, final sleep before D-day.
30th August 2025. Today was a day of healing. The morning began with a low drone of anxiety and the fatigue of a body that needed to reset. I chose not to push through, but to surrender to a greater sense of quiet. I made this day a pilgrimage of recuperation. I spent time in stillness, returning to my core, and I found peace in the honest chaos of my home. The kitchen became a sacred space, where I transformed ingredients into a supreme, nourishing meal. I tended to my sanctuary, finding a deep satisfaction in making the surfaces spotless. I thought about the path that brought me here, and I saw that the greatest victory of all was simply to return to this healthy place, sober and at peace. A bath in the dark washed away the last of the day's worries, and now I lie on fresh sheets, ready to finally rest. I did not lead my life alone today. I listened to what was needed, and now I am whole again. I am a wanderer who is prepared to wander, a wonderer who is at peace in his own cell....