Yet, with a piece of chalk and cardboard, I sketched my way to sobriety and serenity, creating vivid and graphic images that mirrored my inner turmoil and eventual liberation. Suddenly, my artistry blossomed with dancers, musicians, sailboats, and waves, as I embraced the freedom and movement that color and expression afforded me. Horses galloped across my canvases in watercolor, embodying the essence of freedom that I yearned for in my newfound life. The disbelief that once shrouded my desire to live evaporated in the hues of my creations, paving the way for joy, gratitude, and community support. Shelters and the wider community welcomed my art with open arms, a testament to the unexpected turn my life had taken. Today, I stand in awe of the unforeseen beauty and peace that art has bestowed upon me, forever grateful for the transformative journey that continues to unfold with every stroke of my brush.