Author: Ciana

08.22.25 A lot of powerful things were shared tonight on the topic of Freedom: what I lost and what I gained. For so long, I thought drinking gave me freedom—freedom from pain, fear, and responsibility. In reality, I had lost my connections with family and friends, isolated myself, and convinced myself I was “free” because Read more

08.21.25 Today feels like one of those days where nothing seems to line up right. The saying, “If it was raining dicks, I’d get hit in the head with a tit,” pretty much sums it up. I’ve been running non-stop these past couple of weeks—between work and personal life, it feels like there’s always something Read more

8.20.25 Chevy girl has been weighing on my heart. Since Tyson passed unexpectedly at the end of April, she hasn’t been the same. Her health is slowly slipping, and her spirit feels dimmer. She’s grieving, and watching it unfold has stirred up old memories for me. I think of my grandparents. Both of my grandfathers Read more

8.19.25 Some days I feel like I’m barely holding it together. Today was one of those days. My patience was stretched so thin I could feel it snapping inside me. My chest got tight, my jaw locked, and I could feel the heat rising in my face. That old part of me—the part that wants Read more