Author: Ciana

8.24.25 Yesterday I carried anxiety around like a weight. That nagging feeling that there isn’t enough time followed me everywhere. By this morning, it all came crashing down. I woke up, saw the time, and had a full-blown anxiety attack. Ugly crying and all. I beat myself up for watching a movie last night, for… Read more

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