Climbing my personal Everest

Rehab milestones and a (sort of) return to painting

I feel like I’m in the cheesy training montage part of my recovery. It’s the part of the movie where the hero is so close to their ultimate third-act goal, and they just need to do the work. They run back and forth up a flight of stairs. They repeat the same dance step on an empty stage. They punch a weighted bag over and over and over again.

In my case,…