Fire & Light

Created by, Chris P.

This is a drawing I made for the new year 2026, wishing for fire & light within.

I started drawing only when I was about 9 months into recovery. Inspired by an MA fellow who shared their drawing. I always thought I couldn’t draw or paint and hence never tried. The recovery slogan “Progress Not Perfection” was the guiding force that helped me overcome my hesitation and discover this new way of creative expression for myself.

I’m forever grateful to MA for my recovering way of life!

Published in A New Leaf – February 2026

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