The First Time I Made Art Sober, I Cried: Alcohol Addiction Treatment and Finding Myself Again
I didn’t think it would happen like that. Just a quiet afternoon in treatment. A blank canvas. A worn-out brush. And me—awkwardly sober and entirely unsure of who I was without a drink in my hand. I remember my heart beating so loudly it drowned out the group chatter nearby. My hand trembled as I […]
