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    Author: Allyson It’s the nature of the beast That turns lions into cowards Relationships soured They say Just take it day by day Hour by hour But

    The bitter taste of serenity The pleasure of my guilt The loneliness of peace The paradise I have built The weeks feel like days The

    Feelings It’s November 18. I have just left detox facility for at least the fourth time. I’ve been to rehab six

    I was thinking about Nathan when it happened. It was January 2018. I sat in a small room in my company's

    The Power of Imagination in Psychotherapy Therapy emphasises the importance of exploring our minds, seeking truth or clarity and uncovering our past.

    Equilibrium, Truth, and Hope: What It's Like to Be a Writer in Recovery We speak to four accomplished writers about their writing

    Tennessee Williams, F Scott Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Cheever, Carver, Berryman… Six giants of American literature – and all addicted to alcohol.

    Creativity Can Play an Important Role in Addiction Recovery A novelist in recovery said he believed drinking made him a better

    Theft by Deception Welcome to Hell I feel like Heaven I’ll feed your head with lies Just one more time, you won’t die It was

    Coming Clean No one else can know, my secret safe with only me, yet paranoid at my transparency, everyone must recognize my vices that I

    Wraiths We are the wraiths floating above Embracing the ghosts of our chemical love We are ones, you're not sure you see

    They come into the rooms. Moving through the cigarette haze. Dropped ash and littered ground. That first step inside is the hardest. Palms are

    On a given day, I might take 70 mg of Adderall to stay alert, focused, and energized for the duration

    Theft by Deception Welcome to Hell I feel like Heaven I’ll feed your head with lies Just one more time, you won’t die It was

    Every addict is an egomaniac with an inferiority complex. I’m no different. The first flight had been cancelled. Two hours before

    I was never high enough. My body defied odds of survival. A regular EF5 tornado. He was my treatment center roommate