Author: Ciana

09.14.25 I think I beat this sickness with vitamins, tea, and a ridiculous amount of sleep. I honestly haven’t slept that much since I was drinking and hungover. The dreams sucked though—too damn real, too damn weird. At least I didn’t join the exclusive and elite cannibal cult in one of them, so that’s something.… Read more

09.12.25 Some days are just fucking hard. In recovery, I work so hard to change my way of thinking and living for the better. But sometimes, for no reason at all, emotions hit like a brick to the face. A life brick to the face. Today I cried a lot. My heart felt heavy. I… Read more

09.11.25 Today was a good day. Work went well, then tonight I went to the meeting and it turned out to be just what I needed. A friend with 25+ years of sobriety is now chairing the Thursday night meeting, and it felt so good to see him right at home, sharp as a tack… Read more

09.10.25 What a crazy world we live in. I don’t do politics, I don’t watch the news. Debating with people, getting sucked into the drama—it’s just not for me. I’ve already got enough noise in my own head. Enough to last a lifetime. But I loved something my brother wrote today. He said, “Sad day.… Read more